Laura Jane Grace & the Devouring Mothers - The Hotel Song Lyrics

Make your best move
I'm only gonna let you win
I'm not about trying to feel threatened
Empty bottle in a bucket in a puddle
By an unmade hotel queen bed
It's about check-out time
Alright, I'm coming

Always be preparing to leave
Always keep dropping what you don't need
And be going before love becomes disappointing
Always be preparing to leave
Always keep dropping what you don't need
And be gone before love turns to resentment

I want something from you
Even though I shouldn't ask for it
I want something from you
Even though I can't receive it
Two beats longer to hold onto
Then I'm gonna make a sudden
And destructive action
Like say something I don't mean
Say something hurtful and foolish

Always be preparing to leave
Always keep dropping what you don't need
And be going before love becomes disappointing
Always be preparing to leave
Always keep dropping what you don't need
And be gone before love turns to resentment

I sleep in my jeans and I die in my sleep
I'll be gone in the morning