Lyrics:

In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt.
I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self.

Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow.

And when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelled,
'Cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell.

In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt.
But in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past self.

Fuck now, I'm outta here tomorrow.

And when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelled,
'Cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell.