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Motel Art
by Brandon Pfaff
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Don't think you'll get to the end
Without some bumps in the road
Or a plot full of holes
The simple answers you sell
Are a dime down a well
A translucent shell
You perform the yes or no
But your face says I don't know
And you claim it all
The spirit and the law
And the way you play the part
Is a form of motel art
Filling spaces on the walls
Pulling focus from the flaws
Held on as long as I could
Don't nearly know myself like I should
Feel like a twig in the woods
Another bird in the air
Singing its song to the wind
With a voice wearing thin
You perform the yes or no
But your face says I don't know
And you claim it all
The spirit and the law
And the way you play the part
Is a form of motel art
Filling spaces on the walls
Pulling focus from the flaws
I've done the same before
In a worn out liquor store
Buying scratchers on a whim
Fully knowing I can't win
But the pain it is so real
A distance we all feel
Finding ways to numb it
Trying to rise above it
You perform the yes or no
But your face says I don't know
And you claim it all
The spirit and the law
And the way you play the part
Is a form of motel art
Filling spaces on the walls
Pulling focus from the flaws
Don't think you'll get to the end
Without some bumps in the road
Or a plot full of holes
The simple answers you sell
Are a dime down a well
A translucent shell
You perform the yes or no
But your face says I don't know
And you claim it all
The spirit and the law
And the way you play the part
Is a form of motel art
Filling spaces on the walls
Pulling focus from the flaws
Held on as long as I could
Don't nearly know myself like I should
Feel like a twig in the woods
Another bird in the air
Singing its song to the wind
With a voice wearing thin
You perform the yes or no
But your face says I don't know
And you claim it all
The spirit and the law
And the way you play the part
Is a form of motel art
Filling spaces on the walls
Pulling focus from the flaws
I've done the same before
In a worn out liquor store
Buying scratchers on a whim
Fully knowing I can't win
But the pain it is so real
A distance we all feel
Finding ways to numb it
Trying to rise above it
You perform the yes or no
But your face says I don't know
And you claim it all
The spirit and the law
And the way you play the part
Is a form of motel art
Filling spaces on the walls
Pulling focus from the flaws
