I Typed For Miles

Artists : Jets To Brazil : I Typed For Miles

i live in a hotel i must keep writing
if i'm to be better than everyone else
like figure skating
like asphyxiating
on your own seeping fumes
you're just waiting

living in a hotel, but i'm not travelling
between two points, in mid-air, i'm levitating above the earth beneath the sky
eyes like static
in my three feet
from bed to wall
there sleeps a geinus

leave me here to my devices
the call could come at any time
they're playing love songs on the radio tonight
i can't relate tot hat right now

note to self: no one cares. your voice is average
in worried piles I typed for miles and no one noticed
I will begin
I will put right
this morning terror
I have been kissed
between the ears
by human error

leave me here to my devices
I need a word to change my life
I've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire
he can't write so much as type
leave me here to my devices
I can't think with all this noise
they're playing love songs on your radio tonight
I don't get those songs on mine
you keep fucking up my life