Guest Room

<p>In the guest room Lying on the carpet I felt peace like I was Going back and forth on your motorbike On the backseat I promised my wrists could hack it It’s funny how I just spent the whole time staring at your jacket</p><p>And in that room I realised Everything I ever felt was Leading to what came next Like winter into warmer months And I felt peace like I was watching a plane window turn into a mirror Everything’s okay when it’s in equal balance It’s funny how artificial light looks so good in the distance</p><p>So in that room I lay there Staring up at paintings that seemed Somewhat familiar like the people I make up in dreams And I tried to stay awake Hard as I try to stay asleep some mornings Of all the times when I have been completely present It’s funny how many of them Never really even happened</p>