Hotel Books - 813 Maryland St. lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

She put a bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her

But she felt nothin' and that’s all she needed, to finally feel nothin'

She stopped by my house the next mornin' and said

'I’m sorry but I still don’t feel like this life is worth living'

'You did all u can u do'

I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said

'Darlin', I’m sorry, but I’m glad I’m not u'

She said 'at least I know this is all temporary'

'But the carpet grains will still hold stains, even when u die'

You won’t have to face them but they will remain

She said she had enough baggage to rattle the cage of rage

Worthless page after page to rearrange the strange game of pain

Seeping further into a strain of remains

Tags with names, she felt like the lone survivor of a civil war

Of inner peace versus inner desire, hopin' somehow to change

The casualties were her hope and her sanity

A damagin' calamity of fragile ideals being washed away

When wagin' war against a stagin' of poor ideologies that lead to death

But at least she felt something and at least it all meant somethin'

(Chorus x3)

There’s no way to see beauty when it's just the blind leadin' the blind

There’s no way to see beauty when it's just losin' love to justify ur stupid lies

(Verse 2)

She said 'I watched my house catch fire and I didn’t feel a thing'

Well, darling, congratulations, I wish I had that sort of inner peace

I’m digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body

And expectations diminish as I uncovered there’s nothin' underneath hidin'

She had taken what I once needed to feel like I could be something

And I spent so long bein' bitter but now I’m finally celebratin'

Thankin' God for those brief moments where my eyes met hers

And she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid blur the spur

Of the moment cure for her boredom and my lack of adventure

We were caught somewhere between a pack of menthols she kept on

The nightstand where she would sleep and a broken down truck

That used to drive her to her dreams but now sat as an eye sore metaphor

For the home we created to nourish our weaknesses

The brittle middle ground soundin' this rebound argument with God

That we call livin', it was nothin' not even tryna win any sort of race

I just wanted to finish, or at least sort of place but as I kept runnin'

I diminished the existence I created out of love so I can breath easier

When I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushin' me side to side on her broken dreams

...her broken dreams!

(Outro)

She said 'it’s easier to fall asleep just knowin' that when I have'

'Somethin' to say somebody’s listenin' to me'

She said 'I don’t care if I have a plan'

'I don’t care if I understand all I need to know is that I have some sort of calling'

'I just need to know... that somebody... is listening'