Room 209

Original.C.Fowl

delta blues, southern gothic jazz, late-night bar narrative

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O.C.F
[INTRO]
Heh…
Ain’t much to say that ain’t already been said.
But hell, I paid for the night, might as well talk to somebody…
even if it’s just these four walls and this old piano.

[VERSE 1]
Got a half-empty bottle and a busted TV,
rain hums the same old song outside.
Neon buzzin’ through the blinds like a memory,
and the Bible’s missin’ page sixty-five.
Ain’t no pictures hangin’ on these walls,
just burn marks where they used to be.
I keep the curtains shut, ‘cause hell —
there ain’t nothin’ out there waitin’ for me.

[CHORUS]
Room 209 — she knows what I’ve done.
She hums along when the night gets numb.
I play these keys ‘til the memories drown,
Room 209, don’t you let me down.

Room two-oh-nine, I’m yours, you’re mine.
Ain’t no heaven waitin’, so I’ll pour one more line.
Tell Saint Peter I’m late, or maybe I declined —
Got a story to finish in room two-oh-nine.

[VERSE 2]
Met a woman once, red lips, mean eyes,
said she liked the way I told my lies.
She stayed a week, took the cash and ran,
left her scent and a half-empty can.
Now every knock on that motel door
sounds like her heels on this stained-wood floor.
I keep thinkin’ maybe she’ll stumble back,
but the devil don't travel the same old tracks.

[CHORUS 2]
Room 209 — she holds my sin.
She keeps it quiet when the dark crawls in.
I drink to forget, but the walls remind,
can’t leave the past in Room 209.

Room two-oh-nine, I’m yours, you’re mine.
Ain’t no heaven waitin’, so I’ll pour one more time.
Tell Saint Peter I’m late, or maybe I declined —
Got a story to finish in room two-oh-nine.

[BRIDGE]
Sometimes I dream there’s a heaven upstairs,
but the stairwell’s broke with no one to repair.
I hear the thunder, I hear her laugh,
echo through the pipes like a phonograph.
If the Lord’s still listenin’, He ain’t sayin’ much,
“Heh, service must be down again.”
maybe His line’s dead... or I drank too much.

[VERSE 3]
Now the clock on the wall ticks slow like blood,
and the faucet leaks in a lonely thud.
There’s lipstick on a glass I didn’t wash away,
can’t remember her name, but she couldn’t stay.
Guess I’m learnin’ peace in the shape of pain,
talkin’ to the ghosts like they still know my name.
If they ever tear this place down, fine by me —
long as they leave the light on where I used to be.

[FINAL CHORUS / OUTRO]
Room 209, my last good friend,
keeps me safe from the world again.
Neon buzzes like a lullaby.
And I don’t even bother to ask why,
there’s peace in losing track of time —
hell, it’s the only thing that’s mine.

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O.C.F [INTRO] Heh… Ain’t much to say that ain’t already been said. But hell, I paid for the night, might as well talk to somebody… even if it’s just these four walls and this old piano. [VERSE 1] Got a half-empty bottle and a busted TV, rain hums the same old song outside. Neon buzzin’ through the blinds like a memory, and the Bible’s missin’ page sixty-five. Ain’t no pictures hangin’ on these walls, just burn marks where they used to be. I keep the curtains shut, ‘cause hell — there ain’t nothin’ out there waitin’ for me. [CHORUS] Room 209 — she knows what I’ve done. She hums along when the night gets numb. I play these keys ‘til the memories drown, Room 209, don’t you let me down. Room two-oh-nine, I’m yours, you’re mine. Ain’t no heaven waitin’, so I’ll pour one more line. Tell Saint Peter I’m late, or maybe I declined — Got a story to finish in room two-oh-nine. [VERSE 2] Met a woman once, red lips, mean eyes, said she liked the way I told my lies. She stayed a week, took the cash and ran, left her scent and a half-empty can. Now every knock on that motel door sounds like her heels on this stained-wood floor. I keep thinkin’ maybe she’ll stumble back, but the devil don't travel the same old tracks. [CHORUS 2] Room 209 — she holds my sin. She keeps it quiet when the dark crawls in. I drink to forget, but the walls remind, can’t leave the past in Room 209. Room two-oh-nine, I’m yours, you’re mine. Ain’t no heaven waitin’, so I’ll pour one more time. Tell Saint Peter I’m late, or maybe I declined — Got a story to finish in room two-oh-nine. [BRIDGE] Sometimes I dream there’s a heaven upstairs, but the stairwell’s broke with no one to repair. I hear the thunder, I hear her laugh, echo through the pipes like a phonograph. If the Lord’s still listenin’, He ain’t sayin’ much, “Heh, service must be down again.” maybe His line’s dead... or I drank too much. [VERSE 3] Now the clock on the wall ticks slow like blood, and the faucet leaks in a lonely thud. There’s lipstick on a glass I didn’t wash away, can’t remember her name, but she couldn’t stay. Guess I’m learnin’ peace in the shape of pain, talkin’ to the ghosts like they still know my name. If they ever tear this place down, fine by me — long as they leave the light on where I used to be. [FINAL CHORUS / OUTRO] Room 209, my last good friend, keeps me safe from the world again. Neon buzzes like a lullaby. And I don’t even bother to ask why, there’s peace in losing track of time — hell, it’s the only thing that’s mine. Room two-oh-nine, I’m yours, you’re mine. Ain’t no heaven waitin’, so I’ll pour one more line. Tell Saint Peter I’m late, or maybe I declined — Got a story to finish in room two-oh-nine (two-oh-nine, room two-oh-nine).

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