I write mostly on Hotel Paper,
Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room.
I'd be out of line telling you, "Leave her",
So I lie lonely - surrounded by you.
Lately I can't be happy for no one.
They think I need some time to myself.
I try to smile but I can't remember.
And I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else.
You turned out to be more than I bargained for.
And I can tell that you need to get away.
Forgive me if I admit that I'd love to love you.
But I just realized it way too late.
