I know what hat this room smells like when you first walk in, before you get used to it.
And I know how the sun hits the curtains and how dust shifts when they are moved.
And I know how the floor boards squeak when you walk on them.
And I know in detail what that electrical outlet looks like.
I know how the light falls from that bulb on the ceiling - it’s a very lonely feeling.
That wallpaper - I know where it peels off the wall and I know what the wall looks like if you try to peak what’s behind.
It’s the plainest, least exciting room in the world but it is so familiar. It reminds me of the first 18 years of my life. It makes me so homesick. It is everything I have ran away from and everything that will always be a part of me.
It makes me hurt for all those old people who live in places like this, they are out in the market in the mornings and selling everything in their cupboards to make another penny to buy bread to feed themselves today.
It makes me hurt for all those moms and dads in that town, along with all the other towns, who have left their families and gone to London and other places to make money which is regularly sent back. Their kids are growing up not knowing who their dad is.
They know exactly how that room smells when you first walk in as well…
you’re at czech inn.
don’t forget to check out of the czech inn.
oh, it never gets old.
I know what hat this room smells like when you first walk in, before you get used to it.
And I know how the sun hits the curtains and how dust shifts when they are moved.
And I know how the floor boards squeak when you walk on them.
And I know in detail what that electrical outlet looks like.
I know how the light falls from that bulb on the ceiling - it’s a very lonely feeling.
That wallpaper - I know where it peels off the wall and I know what the wall looks like if you try to peak what’s behind.
It’s the plainest, least exciting room in the world but it is so familiar. It reminds me of the first 18 years of my life. It makes me so homesick. It is everything I have ran away from and everything that will always be a part of me.
It makes me hurt for all those old people who live in places like this, they are out in the market in the mornings and selling everything in their cupboards to make another penny to buy bread to feed themselves today.
It makes me hurt for all those moms and dads in that town, along with all the other towns, who have left their families and gone to London and other places to make money which is regularly sent back. Their kids are growing up not knowing who their dad is.
They know exactly how that room smells when you first walk in as well…