Anna B Savage Hotel
When I'm away, I brush my teeth until they bleed
Tonight is no exception, red foam comes out of me
Left my guitar propped against the broken door
At least if someone tries to break in, I'll be warned
I breathe out and count to five
Who taught this?
It's easy
I've dreamt of this for twenty years and I now I'm here alone
My phone, my only friend, my home in a hundred [?]
Untucked all the way round, starched scratchy sheets
So I can cocoon myself and tuck them under my feet
I breathe out and count to five
Who taught this?
It's easy
I turn the big lights off
I put my headphones in
I scroll to Pink Moon
I hope I fall asleep soon
I awake in the morning to carry on as usual
I awake in the morning to carry on as usual
I awake in the morning to carry on as usual
But on my legs, there's blood
And on my sheets, there's blood
And on my legs, dried blood
And on my sheets, there's