I'm pretty good at being alone
'Cause otherwise I get the feeling that
I'm forgotten and no longer liked
That often burn in my head?
Between wanderlust and homesickness
My life is like a hotel
Where the bed is way too big
For just one person alone
Where I'm too tired to laugh
And too empty to even cry
There's shouting in the room next door
Apologizing and forgiving once again
Hopefully it'll be light soon
Here with me in the hotel
Here with me in the hotel
See my half-unpacked suitcase
Which always reminds me
That I never stay long enough
Sometimes I sit by the minibar
'Cause there's still a light on for me there
Thinking a little about life
And I wonder where you are right now
Because the bed is way too big
For just one person alone
Because I'm too tired to sleep
And too empty to stay awake
There's shouting in the room next door
Sounds like they're newly in love
Hopefully it'll be light soon
Here with me in the hotel
There's shouting in the room next door
Apologizing and forgiving once again
Hopefully it'll be light soon
Here with me in the hotel
Here with me in the hotel