Friday, October 4, 2002

Hotels

There is a beautiful wasteland
Outside my motel window
Rolling hills of construction
Haven’t charged my cell in 3 days
Yet you still leave me voicemail
One more frat and plenty of offers
Long distance definitely doesn’t
Connotate this situation
Too bad I love you so much
Too bad I want you here
Instead of any of them
Mean jokes and everyone says I’m a bitch
Was I this hard to get along with before you?
I make them dislike me for an excuse
But I want universal acceptance
Too bad I don’t love them

October 4, 02

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