The Hotelier — Home, Like Noplace Is There
I searched for a way out
Don’t we all?
An existentialist recall:
Turn in all dichotomies and truths that I gave
I felt wrong in many ways
It didn’t heal
It just got harder everyday to be still
To be passing through the throes
In a daze
Feeling cold in my skin
In my hand-me-downs
I’m wearing everything thin
And the pills that you gave didn’t do anything
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