Good Morning Lyrics - Episodes - Taproot

Scraping film away your eyes awake to quite the sight 

a strobing TV static flares the neon motel light 

a tray of ash so full 

a candle burns at both it's ends 

a stack of empty bottles posing in the corner as your friends 

this place is a scene and now you believe 

this place is obscene, and you gotta leave 

"Good Morning" sir the sirens plead as they go laughing by 

through the pane they bleed urgency inside 

the smell of failed attempts and bad decisions 

now only to fill your lungs 

the taste of bitter sweet guilt now resides on your tongue 

this place is a scene and now you believe 

dig your bearings up from beneath the sweaty sheets 

to find the scary freezing holy carpet at your feet 

rise away from last nights tomb to see more in the view 

the resting place of many resonates the morning dew 

find yourself now reaching out for what is real 

your sense of self belongs in a few belongings you can feel 

a broken necklace hugs a lonesome matchbook at the seams 

an empty wallet shows a picture that you've never seen 

this place is a scene and now you believe 

this place is obscene, and you gotta leave