Lyrics Motel Reflections - Pro Teens

And it's sore,
It's so Lost in your glorious violent streak
A seemingly peachy thing
Coming out from I don't where
So unwise,
As you are everytime
A dirty joke you played on yourself,
Well played
When a magnetic glow
Becomes all you know
You'll find yourself later on
Covered in a guilt that lingers on
Calling a hotline
As if there's still time
They say it's closed,
But you stick around
One of the low lives,
One of the bad guys
Would die in your arms too
, As long as they could have you
I can't be that guy;
I rely on my own
You can't be that guy;
It's better if do this alone
As the months lull by
I can't help but think
The same motel sign
Is giving me everything