It's checkout time Still got your makeup on my Calvin Klein Penthouse curtains let the sunlight in That shit hurt my eyes Mini bar empty, emotions too Whole room smell like bad decisions and perfume It's checkout time But neither one of us gonna say goodbye Woke up still drunk with the TV glow Uber Eats bags by the marble stove Yeah, heels still next to the hotel robe Both of us acting like we got somewhere to go That's funny, you said Maybe we should slow down, then order two more bottles right after Whole damn relationship built like Jenga Money, sex, trauma, laughter I know real sadness when I see it Smile real pretty but the eyes don't mean it Everybody posting healed online and texting you away by the weekend Facts. And I know this shit don't last forever But forever sound good at 5 AM together It's checkout time Still got your makeup on my Calvin Klein Penthouse curtains let the sunlight in That shit hurt my eyes Mini bar empty, emotions too Whole room smell like bad decisions and perfume It's checkout time But neither one of us gonna say goodbye Whole damn city move fake polite Meanwhile everybody spiraling every night You cry in the Maybach, I laugh in the Uber Black Same damn pain, just a different price, that's real Credit card swipes like emotional support Half these dudes rich and still spiritually poor I bought gold chains, you bought new lips Neither one fix what the therapist for God damn. You ever dance with somebody Knowing both of you cooked already? That's us Room service cold on the dresser Text from your ex getting longer, you said Promise me this one different We both knew that was bullshit Sometimes I think we just scared to go home Silence louder than the nightclub speakers Luxury sadness look good in pictures That's the dangerous part It's checkout time Everybody leave eventually You can't keep love alive off champagne and chemistry Penthouse view but the soul still tired All these pretty little fires It's checkout time Still a back from the elevator closed
