Jets To Brazil - I Typed For Miles

I live in a hotel
must keep writing
if I'm to be better than everyone else
like figure skating
like asphyxiating
on your own seeping fumes
you're just waiting
living in a hotel

but I'm not traveling
between two points, in mid air,
I'm levitating
above the earth
beneath the sky
eyes like static in my three feet
from bed to wall
there sleeps a genius
leave me here to my devices
the call could come at any time
they're playing love songs on the radio tonight
I can't relate to that right now
note so self : no one cares. your voice is average
in worried piles I typed for miles and noone noticed
I will begin
I will put right
this morning terror
I have been kissed
between the ears