I am a deserted street.nYou can't bear the sight of me.nYour car is running, but the engine screamsnDon't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't...nnBaby, I'm afraid that we are both sketches from a dead artist.nI know you hoped so bad that we'd burst with color once we kissed.nBut somehow I always knew you were too good to be true,nSo I never believed in you.nnIt was when we slept, you would disappear.nIf it weren't for the sheets, I'd never know you were here.nBut I've got photographs to provenYou were the ghost that haunted my bed for years.nnIt was when you wept, and my skin froze.nYou might as well have seen my breath turn to icicles.nCuz I kept my mouth closed when the words should've flowednLike blood from a broken nose.nnSo let's stop lying to ourselves,nEvery love is a motel.nAnd I will go my whole lifenWith my bags still packed.nBut I keep lying to myself.nIt's not love, I know damn well.nBut I have tried to survive the night by myself.nnBut now that you've washed me off your skin.nAnd you've left the car running.nOh goddamn, you look stunning,nSo don't leave... don't leave.nnSo let's stop lying to ourselves,nEvery love is a motel.nAnd I will go my whole lifenWith my bags still packed.nBut you keep lying to yourself.nThis was love, you know damn well.nBut I will try to survive the night.n