Hotel pomegranate on the side of the road, you couldn't miss it if you tried
And I should know because I have tried, but I still find myself inside
First, you're greeted by a woman her names Margret or Megan, she asks if you need help with your bags
She says it in a condescending tone, so you'll say no, but to be fair you're an adult who can carry your own bags
As you check into your room, a feeling washes over you, maybe I'm truly alone, I have no one
Hotel pomegranate on the side of the road, you couldn't miss it if you tried
And I should know because I have tried, but I still find myself inside
Wall covered in mold, Pillow covered in semen, I only see you when I'm dreaming
As you lay in your bed, and prop up your head, this is the kind of place where people kill themselves
Hotel pomegranate on the side of the road, you couldn't miss it if you tried
And I should know because I have tried, but I still find myself inside
I didn't sleep well, I was awake the whole night because a couple next door were making love
But I didn't really mind, they seemed happy and fine and at least their relationship was healthy
I went downstairs to have some bad breakfast before I headed back on the road
I was alone except for an old man, who was watching the news just to call the bullshit
Hotel pomegranate on the side of the road, you couldn't miss it if you tried
And I should know because I have tried, but I still find myself inside
I ate my runny eggs and my burnt bacon and was ready to get back on the road
Hotel pomegranate is bad by all standards but it's the only place I can call home