by The Hotelier on album It Never Goes Out

To the people making life from lust, abusing trust and the fuckers who made fools out of the best of us You've swayed the public thought that they're all that they've bought and otherwise they're ugly

by The Hotelier on album It Never Goes Out

This head holds fragments of some shattered glass. They act as puzzle pieces with a sharp contrast in part to what once hung here before the violent collapse of the whole dang thing. I've dug through

by The Hotelier on album Goodness Pt. I

When the sun rested on olive shoulders And the wind kissed the back of your neck I would lay and absorb in the silence In your language I haven't learned yet In the tune of the National Anthem Sing t

by The Hotelier on album Piano Player

Inside your room there's 40 few remaining figures of new moons to curve around your axle heart in hopes that something new will start. They're winding down they're closing ranks to rest another 30 day

by The Hotelier on album Soft Animal

We were cloaked in the awning of night or early morning Through the headboard there's a flicker of light and light warning Sophie's on the bunk overhead reading Mary Oliver while I lay still in my bed

by The Hotelier on album Home, Like Noplace Is There

You cut our ropes, left the umbilical, and now I carry around this weight of broken hope. I can't retrace, and I lost my hold and blame myself because that is all I've ever known. Your face shows doub

by The Hotelier on album It Never Goes Out

And to the people making life from lust, abusing trust, and the fuckers who made fools out of the best of us: You've swayed the public thought that they're all that they've bought, and otherwise they'

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

I see the light that shines on me Shines on the one I love I see the the moon and the moon sees me Shining through the leaves of the old oak tree I see the light that shines on me shines on the one I

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

Your grip on my forearm, insert the wrong name, holds me at your nightstand just inches away with letters from faces we'll ask if you knew who send out another yearly review. I'm coming for you.

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

Dizzy drunk and throwing up, I finally stopped my spinning. I guess I figured you'd show up with all my old belongings saying "there you go my friend I'm sure you've saved another" Collapsing wa

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

The icons cluttering your bureau are eyeing me as I walk in. Your guardians are present in here and I trust that they have always been hiding somewhere in your closet, collecting moisture from your fa

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

First breath following wakes of the palms pressed, brushed on my arm and then wave stretched sending me off to descend, leading me into the bend. Keep pulsing my hand to the beat of you. Shapel

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

There is a kind and immediate hushing. There is a setting enveloped in cold. Withered down to our basic components we are naked, at rest, and alone. And the drone of the open air yawning couldn't

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

Skin, caked with sap of pine, can't catch against my roaring mind. The coat slips off my etched spine. It's a weight no longer carried and I'm freezing. A message to my brother sky, I long to ho

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

Feeling erodes moving like wash against the limestone leaving you cold when I'm leaving you all alone. Hugging the walls finding the switch to turn the light on to find you in a ball wrapped

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

You and I'd escape the night and call it summering. I'd hold your rays and ride for days while you spin endlessly. You undone, I felt safely strung between all your nerve endings. So you made waves

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

by The Hotelier on album Goodness

We sit and we talk, not of much but of little. I see the moon, the moon sees me. I would smile but it would be meaningless. I wouldn't want it to be. But in the landscape of tilted heads while th

by The Hotelier on album Home, Like Noplace Is There

You carry an illness. Practically know it by name. It seldom speaks for you. You learned to tune it away. but It wasn’t easy. Was fond of your writing. It allowed me to see into you. You hid