we came to this place
in the middle of nowhere
these things always happen
in places like this
[They need to know they're ALONE]
odour of liquor cheap beer and urine
these rooms always smell like
a dive
Empty parking lot
Just one dead moth and one dying light
*flickers on, flickers off*
And it's done
Inside the room
Empty bottles
And a familiar scene
The bed is soiled with vomet
Urine and excrement
The final gift of a dying man
It's easy to think
In a setting like this
That the whole world is dying
One at a time
Old Jack at the counter
Has grown calloused and indifferent
(It's just another day)
Maybe SOMEDAY
We'll come to give him a ride
Maybe I'm getting callous too
These runs will do that
Maybe someday
They'll come for me
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