I feel like getting rid of all my things
Maybe just disappear into the fall
The traffic roars and my stomach screams
Sittin’ here watchin’ roaches climb the wall
And I’m tired of living in these hotels
Fire and ashes blowin’ cross the sheets
And I’m tired of stayin’ on 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas light
Out here in the Chelsea night
~Ryan Adams, lyrics taken from Hotel Chelsea Nights
Thoughts race in the neon glow; 2:17am
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