Super 8

Lying on a mattress in another fucking cheap motel Thinking about the last time I saw you and felt compelled To have some drinks and tell you things Like how my life without you stings Like Arizona in the summer Constantly melting my ice cream, bummer The things I don't wanna say Are just a nine digit call away You're never gonna hear 'em, no But I'll tell ' em to you, though I'm halfway to hell It's called Super 8 Motel And no I cannot tell I'm sure you're doing well If you ever think of me, I just hope that you can maybe see Some charm within the trash pile, it's hard enough I see your face in everything I'm drink and write Honestly I'm happy, but you know very well I'm halfway to hell It's called Super 8 Motel And no I cannot tell I'm sure you're doing well Sure you're doing well Sure you're doing well I'm sure you're doing well