chelsea hotel from Lovers by The Bull and The Butterfly

she said,
"you should keep the photographs - we're frozen in time."
while the ones that you keep in your heart melt away.
scattering the cigarette ashes that cling to the sheets
with the best day that chelsea hotel room had ever seen
and I hold you a space inside I never name
just to watch you recite the same lines
that I cannot change.
like the air hanging low in the night with a beautiful star.
and your ghost comes around
when I'm knocked down and begging for sleep.
apparitioness, cold like the ocean, and her blade is deep.
like some strange silhouette from the street light
laid down beside me.
lets just take away all of this bullshit -
and leave me with something that I wanna keep.
in your changing direction I'm caught in trap
that I set for myself and kept on a shelf.
I'm not anyone else and I own my mistakes
but your hurt doesn't show whenever you go
and I hope someday it will come back around.
maybe you won't.
like the air hanging low in the night for a beautiful star.

• Analog
• Chelsea Hotel
• Crazy Horse
• NYC
• Neil Young
• Ricky Valente
• Rock
• Tape
• acoustic
• alternative
• stoner rock
• New York