Hotel Song

I carve out what's my own A puppet on the shelf A watercolor smile I've loved it for a while Can't blame that on myself I carve out roads to drive Throw the crumbs my folks gave me A bottle filled with lies A record full of cries No walking back tonight Oooh I carve out dreams to fly Someone told me that they wanted me I'll sleep on your good side I kiss you only hide What am I doing here tonight Oooh Oooh