verse 1
Room 413 by the elevator.
Cold as hell, the TV hardly works.
The window don't open, the blinds don't close.
I checked out 2 months ago.
But the bed got made every morning,
And I could get a phone call from you.
And I'd just pack my bags, go back home,
If you wanted me to.
I hated every minute, it was a lonely living hell.
I got a one bedroom apartment now,
And I miss that hotel.
That's how bad it is now.
verse 2
How many times do I gotta say I'm sorry?
How many days do I gotta stay in here?
Folks screaming down the hallway don't bother me anymore.
Street light coming in the window, and there's a couple next door.
But the bed got made every morning,
And I could get a phone call from you.
And I'd just pack my bags, go back home,
If you wanted me to.
I hated every minute, it was a lonely living hell.
I got a one bedroom apartment now,
And I miss that hotel.
That's how bad it is now.
Bridge
I just laid there staring at the ceiling fan,
But I still had a chance.
All my clothes smell like smoke,
But I still had hope.
But the bed got made every morning,
And I could get a phone call from you.
And I'd just pack my bags, go back home, if you wanted me to.
And now I know it's over, but back then I couldn't tell.
I got a one bedroom apartment now,
And I miss that hotel.
That's how bad it is now.
I miss that hotel.
Ending