the dazzler

the night is young at the dazzler

i spiked my own drink

took myself to bed

alone i pondered the cheap frills of hotels

the miniatures

the endless throwaway towels

one for my hair

one for my foot

another for my other foot

my face

my neck

my spilled beverages

drunk in my hotel room

i look perfect

i look like i'm 24 before i caught your coldness

god

i'm gorgeous

i keep begging for late checkouts

let me stay here

let me live here

in room 232 till i expire

i can shower for hours

leave the lights on

i'm not paying those bills

the neighbours are quiet

no one is back yet

i think about the falsity of hotel sex

expensive bedsheets and the orange glowing filaments

the way you used to say you loved me

in the heat of it

holiday feeling

when it wasn't over too quick

yeah

i'll throw the tv out the window

and i'll paint the whole room gold

i'll make potions with the minibar

yeah

i feel unbalanced

put my feet on the walls

try and reach you all night

i'm not paying for calls

oh

this is heaven

alone

yeah

this is living

alone