I can't find you as you sit in one of these rooms.
I can't find you in the miles of hallway.
I awake to the sound of my mother coughing.
Painting portraits of her sons, upstairs, alone.
And I'm back in that endless hotel.
Mile by mile, til its gone.
I keep the lights on for former lovers.
mile by mile til its gone.
Cutaway to her long jet black hair.
Close up on her shining white teeth.
Blackout.
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