Hotel Suite

Hotel Suite - Simon Joyner

Here's another song about an old hotel

A place you can rise in the same place as you fell

To get lost in solitude and saved by yourself

And did I mention I'm alone as well

I didn't come here with a mistress or a lover

I've run away with this polaroid of my mother

You can't fill her shoes so fill the tub up with water

And if you can't cure my blues then don't even bother

It's a difficult task or it wouldn't be asked

The bed vibrates but it doesn't last

Now I need a hand removing my mask

So if you come to me afraid you'll leave me aghast

I've been pierced with a pin and stabbed into styrofoam

I've been frozen in amber and I want to go home

But first I must convince my past that I've grown

Fond of the rags I've gathered and sewn

And this is as good a place as any I've been

This is the pearce and quiet you must pay to stay in

There's a plate-glass window with a view of my skin

It's too busy out there I think I'll stay in my hotel suite