I am a deserted street.
You can't bear the sight of me.
Your car is running, but the engine screams
"Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't..."
Baby, I'm afraid that we are both sketches from a dead artist.
I know you hoped so bad that we'd burst with color once we kissed.
But somehow I always knew you were too good to be true,
So I never believed in you.
It was when we slept, you would disappear.
If it weren't for the sheets, I'd never know you were here.
But I've got photographs to prove
You were the ghost that haunted my bed for years.
It was when you wept, and my skin froze.
You might as well have seen my breath turn to icicles.
Cuz I kept my mouth closed when the words should've flowed
Like blood from a broken nose.
So let's stop lying to ourselves,
Every love is a motel.
And I will go my whole life
With my bags still packed.
But I keep lying to myself.
It's not love, I know damn well.
But I have tried to survive the night by myself.
But now that you've washed me off your skin.
And you've left the car running.
Oh goddamn, you look stunning,
So don't leave... don't leave.
So let's stop lying to ourselves,
Every love is a motel.
And I will go my whole life
With my bags still packed.
But you keep lying to yourself.
This was love, you know damn well.
But I will try to survive the night.