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I was melting
Through the box springs
I was dripping on the floor
Watching the dark dance surplus
On another hotel door

Don't let me die
Alone in this room
Thinking about
The time I've got
Off the road back home with you

I was hurling
[?]
I was swinging ceiling fans
Cause and effect and towards
A cold and lonley man

Don't let me die
Alone in this room
Thinking about
The time I've got
Off the road back home with you

Don't let me die
Alone in this room
Thinking about
The time I've got
Off the road back home with you

Now I'm reaching for the bottle
While I'm pouring over my phone
I'm throwing down the other
As I drain one to the bone

Don't let me die
Alone in this room
Thinking about
The time I've got
Off the road back home with you