It's easy for you
As it's never been for anyone
To tell
Inching closer to finally realize,
Your will to live, became a
Staring down the walls, with your empty hands
Never forced you
Room 421
In an airport hotel
I know I should be sleeping
But
Room 421 in an airport hotel
I know I should be
How long can you feed on the fire that you
The colors bleed in from the downslide, it’s always been
You and me standing on the edge
Of a waterfall
And through
Bogus reasons for leaving me hangin’ by a thread
Ya turn
I drove a hundred miles just to see you
But you're
I drove a hundred miles just to see you
But you're
Why can't you see until you reach the end of
Bogus reasons for leaving me hanging by a thread
You turn
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