Will Herridge - Motel Beds & Broken Couches (feat. Autumnboy) Lyrics

I keep on hearing you can be happy on your own
I may not have a choice
Not because I'm unloved
Because I squandered my wealth on pigs and folly

Was it because I felt no worth
Or a society disarrayed
That says the way to prove a man's a man is how often he gets laid?

Who the hell even knows or for that matter cares?

I can say it's my God damned luck, but I know that isn't true
Cuz when you throw away your promises
The only one who damned your luck is you

When did an evening become worth more than forever?
Because I'll relive that night till my forever runs out
I remember the nights we spent alone
I should've listened to that voice telling me I should've stayed home

I see the faces of the girls I've helped undress
I remember every one
I'm so sorry I didn't let you be
The beauty you were made to be

To carry on this way
Is a game of round holes and square pegs
How did I expect to find love
Living in between her legs?

When did an evening become worth more than forever?
Because I'll relive that night till my forever runs out
I remember the nights we spent alone
I should've listened to that voice telling me I should've stayed home

I don't deserve your grace, or to look upon your face
I lost that right when I gave up the most sacred thing you gave me
Can you look past the fact
That my hearts not in tact 'cause
I spent that summer on motel beds and broken couches

I could write stories of the love we had
But what just isn't told in photographs
Is that I'm the one that f*cked it up and caused you that pain
And from then on you became the one I let get away

So crack open my sternum and pour out the contents
Cause this heart of mine has served as a fence that stands between me and purity
And all I seem to see is nights of indulgence and tear soaked sheets
I've said it myself, I don't wanna change
But I do and it hurts cause it doesn't seem to phase me
When I've passed through the depths of purgatory and lie in this bed that the devil made for me

I'll write songs that parade growth of my morality
But then play off beat behind each closed door
In floods of tears cry out to the one who made me
Clip my own wings and expect my soul to soar
Am I not more than 10 year old mistakes
Am I not more than these haunted bedroom walls?
What do I expect when I throw myself off each approaching cliff
And act surprised as I begin to fall?
How can I stand tall and boldly before your throne
When I keep pushing that blade deeper into your side?
Why do I continue to accept your grace when its not the place that my hands reside?

So I can take cold showers for the next 10 years
But I know it won't wash off the warmth of your touch
Stay on my knees with my hands together
But with these same intentions it doesn't mean much
To carry on this way is a game of round holes and square pegs
How did I expect to find love living in between her legs?
To carry on this way is a game of round holes and square pegs
How did I expect to find love living in between her legs?