Reservation for Three by Miriam Reid published on 2020-05-27T04:13:01Z My sister won’t use my soap Says it smells like hospital Too sterile, too much like hope Pressed into lying to cope She’d rather smell almond breeze Processed and bottled to pleased I don’t blame her but it’s cheap I haven’t smelled shit for weeks Can’t smell, see, hear, breath, taste When all I can feel Is something clawing up my throat Just this side of real I’ll take sterile over feral any old day If I’m a passerby in my own mind They hey, gimme some Steal-able soap and unfamiliar cushions Landline phone and That scrubbed-clean smell No, never mind who lived here before All that matters is fresh sheets And lockable doors Safe in the closet You hardly trust at all Room service number That you’re never gonna call You can haunt the halls without dying All it takes is a little more crying Momma told me take my phone Don’t go after dark alone Room number is four two oh Suck it up, pretend it’s home Nobody checks if I’ve lost the key ‘Cause nobody in their right mind Would be here but me Not that I’m in my right mind But who’s here to see ‘Cause nobody comes to check if I still got the key The his’try of my mind’s war I couldn’t tell you what for I think my heart was just sore Thought common sense was a chore Point is, that shit is a mess I used to try to repress My racing thoughts with this test Picture a paper and just Keep it completely white It’s harder than you’d think And turns out my intrusive thoughts Are bright gel-pen pink I’ve spent so long looking For somewhere totally blank To carry out the thankless task Of breathing, is it too much to ask for Steal-able soap and unfamiliar cushions Landline phone and That scrubbed-clean smell No, never mind who lived here before All that matters is fresh sheets And lockable doors Safe in the closet You hardly trust at all Room service number That you’re never gonna call You can haunt the halls without dying All it takes is a little more crying First place for the blandest shade Goes to how they paint this place “Calming bronze” my ass, that’s beige Someone mixed this up and got paid Nobody checks if I’ve lost the key ‘Cause nobody in their right mind Would be here but me Not that I’m in my right mind But who’s here to see ‘Cause nobody comes to check if I still got the key [I've checked out of reality Are there any vacancies In a hotel room for three Just me, myself, and sanity] x4 And steal-able soap and unfamiliar cushions Landline phone and That scrubbed-clean smell No, never mind who lived here before All that matters is fresh sheets And lockable doors Safe in the closet you hardly trust at all Room service number that you're never gonna call You can haunt the halls without dying All it takes is a little more crying [Nobody checks if I lost the key Nobody in their right mind would be here but me Not that I'm in my right mind, but who's here to see Nobody comes to check if I've still got the key] x2 Genre Indie