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Checkout time
Checkout time I can’t leave the fucking room For fear I am standing in the last place for the last time I will ever see you I can’t bring myself go. I look around again As I search the room for anything of yours A soda can Your razor The smell of your deodorant lingers in the air It fills my senses My eyes fill with tears And you’re gone And I’m left here pack it and say goodbye as housekeeping walks the halls announcing the hour Checkout time But we had another hour I requested it the night before when I was filled with hope of your presence Of our glorious And now I need the time say goodbye you Goodbye the belief that there was something more us than a few days in a hotel But I was wrong again And now I’ve got leave the room But I can’t bring myself go I’m taking my hour My late check out That was supposed guarantee more time with you Only you left me alone Long before check out time And I’m here still saying goodbye you. |
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......whoa... that's rougher than the song "Closing Time"......without the last call for alcohol.... hope the glint of the sunlight brings a ray of a smile back on your face....
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7/10/2020 7:58 am |
Letting go is never easy but when one does let go it opens up new doors to life
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