Bedside [tangle briber?], throws a book at you
You can't make your mind up, if you're angry or you're dumb
But you know the night before, has left you cold and numb
You leave your bags unopened, you feel a thousand years old
In this room you've picked a feel you've been kicked hard in the soul

It's the calm before the storm, and no ones arms to keep you warm
There's the calm before the storm to sense
I know I'll never, never touch you again

Hotel room survival, to find it in your thoughts
You multiply the reasons, add up all the naughts
You don't have to be a genius to put together two and two
And every time he's home, he says he's so in love with you
Lies and poor excuses, it'll always be the same
And it's never you that chooses to be left out in the rain

And it's the calm before the storm
And no one's there to keep you warm anymore
There's the calm before the storm to sense
I know I'll never, never touch you again

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