Room 217
Lyricist：Beckett Wyn
Composer：Beckett Wyn
Producer：Beckett Wyn
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
Keycard sticks in the slot
Ice machine hum down the hall
TV glow on the bedspread daisies
Your suitcase leaned on the wall
Coffee stain on the Bible
Folded page at letting go
I say I am fine to my own reflection
That cracked old mirror knows
Room 2 1 7
Same view
Same me
Parking lot moon on a busted SUV
I am counting up losses like loose change
Slowly
Quietly resilient
I guess that is how it goes for me
Yeah
I bend
I break
I bleed
But I am still here
Still here
In Room 2 1 7
Learning how to leave
I used to live on a promise
Now I live night to night
Per diem cash
Laminated pass
Under that yellow light
Kids faces on a smudged up phone
Their goodnights cutting clear
I trace their names on the matchbook cover
Pretend they are almost here
Room 2 1 7
Same view
Same me
Parking lot moon on a busted SUV
I am counting up losses like loose change
Slowly
Quietly resilient
I guess that is how it goes for me
Yeah
I bend
I break
I bleed
But I am still here
Still here
In Room 2 1 7
Learning how to leave
There is a choir in the hallway
Made of footsteps and late night fights
Somebody laughs
Somebody curses
Someone forgives in the middle of the night
I am sitting with a Styrofoam whiskey
Thinking what a younger man would do
He would run
He would burn the map to ashes
I just make space for the truth
Room 2 1 7
Same view
Same me
Parking lot moon on a busted SUV
I am counting up losses like loose change
Slowly
Quietly resilient
I guess that is how it goes for me
Yeah
I bend
I break
I bleed
But I am still here
Still here
In Room 2 1 7
Learning how to leave
Check out is marked for eleven
I will be gone by nine
You will see
Towels on the floor
Key on the counter
Took what mattered
Left the key
