The story
He leans on the night and lets it lean back.
He’s tipsy in room 212, where the ice is gone, the TV glows blue, and the phone keeps failing to make the call he needs. Outside, the parking lot stays bright and empty while he watches the door, waiting for somebody who knows his name to come knocking before the last drink goes warm.
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Lyrics
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