Here's another song about an old hotelnA place you can rise in the same place as you fellnTo get lost in solitude and saved by yourselfnAnd did I mention I'm alone as wellnnI didn't come here with a mistress or a lovernI've run away with this polaroid of my mothernYou can't fill her shoes so fill the tub up with waternAnd if you can't cure my blues then don't even bothernnIt's a difficult task or it wouldn't be askednThe bed vibrates but it doesn't lastnNow I need a hand removing my masknSo if you come to me afraid you'll leave me aghastnnI've been pierced with a pin and stabbed into styrofoamnI've been frozen in amber and I want to go homenBut first I must convince my past that I've grownnFond of the rags I've gathered and sewnnnAnd this is as good a place as any I've beennThis is the pearce and quiet you must pay to stay innThere's a plate-glass window with a view of my skinnIt's too busy out there I think I'll stay in my hotel suite