The story
He wakes to a room that says nobody stayed for long.
He lies in a motel bed with no mint on the pillow, reading the room like a goodbye. The sheets are thin, the lamp is small, and the silence feels rented by the night. He faces morning with the taste of leaving already in it, wondering how much can disappear before it counts.
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Lyrics
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