In the hotel, I can’t remember how the past felt.

I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow,

and when I check out, it won’t matter how my name’s spelled,

‘cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can’t sell.

 

In the hotel, I can’t remember how the past felt.

But in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past self.

 

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow,

and when I check out, it won’t matter how my name’s spelled,

‘cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can’t sell.