hotel from want by MAITA

tell it what you want
your cotton pressed
your hair freshly cut, some searing coal deep in your gut
double room, floral bloom,
one extra mattress,
one for you body, one for the absence
it burns a hole into your lungs
tinges your exhale, room 21
you sit on your bed and you get what you want

cool computer hot desire
metal wires carry fire
stranger spit drained
down the sink stained
with shame and thirst circling the bed skirt

private mornings, private stories
back to work then back to the calling
you lay on your bed and tell the truth
every real thing you'll never do

you don't have to tell me you don't have to tell me
i won't even ask

i'm glad that you, you are alive
even if it's not with me

• Rock
• indie
• indie-rock
• Portland