In vibrant hues in subtle brush strokes of memory / The life I’ve painted I have sold for a quick twenty / It's on display now for the privileged and the wealthy / God I despise their reassuring lying eyes / Our home stands tall behind that foreclosure sign / Everything in boxes for another lifetime / Continental breakfast in the lobby / But they’re always out of coffee. / Only a fool would think living could be easy. / In this little motel room, I-80 west of nowhere / Why count the stars, you’ll never know where you are / Somewhere light years from the world you used to know / Like a lock that doesn’t turn, like a plant that doesn’t grow / Long for the words with hearts and wings / From five states over, I am running from everything / Continental breakfast in the lobby / But they’re always out of coffee. / Oh you know what breaks my heart? Watching your whole life fall apart / While bastards dance off with the night, as we try to break free with all our might.
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