Lyrics

I keep a running list
Of the things that might just be the tipping point
The straw that breaks the spell
4am tomorrow we will slip out of 423
Between now and the next time will I lose you I can’t tell

Wrappers in the rental door
Win the battle, lose the war
You’ve never been the compromising kind
Now you’re doing things you swore
You wouldn’t do and I’m bracing for
You to remember where you draw the line

You’ve got all the right
All the right reasons
To get yourself free
But being right
Is not your kind of freedom
You’d rather be in this hotel room with me

You keep a running list
Of the things you didn’t know you missed
Before we brought the walls down
And it makes you happy, makes you mad
To picture how it’d be if I had
Waited for you to come around

You’ve got all the right
All the right reasons
To get yourself free
But being right
Is not your kind of freedom
You’d rather be in this hotel room with me

All the times I left you burning
Don’t know why you keep on turning this broken record of mine
If you fuck it all and run
I hope you find yourself someone worth leaving me behind
But I think you’re gonna find
No one knows you better
No one knows you better
No one knows you better
No one knows

You’ve got all the right
All the right reasons
To get yourself free
But being right
Is not your kind of freedom
You’d rather be in 423