I live in a hotel i must keep writing

if i'm to be better than everyone else

like figure skating

like asphyxiating

on your own seeping fumes

you're just waiting

living in a hotel but i'm not travelling

between two points, in mid-air, i'm levitating above the earth beneath the sky

eyes like static

in my three feet

from bed to wall

there sleeps a genius

leave me here to my devices

the call could come at any time

they're playing love songs on the radio tonight

i can't relate to that right now

note to self: noone cares. your voice is average

in worried piles i typed for miles and noone noticed

i will begin

i will put right

this morning terror

i have been kissed

between the ears

by human error

leave me here to my devices

i need a word to change my life

i've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire

he can't write so much as type

leave me here to my devices

i can't think with all this noise

they're playing love songs on your radio tonight

i don't get those songs on mine

you keep fucking up my life