He was motel art in motel rooms 
Out of his goddamn mind and he knew it 
Ugly and so angry as hell 
A ceiling on my own potential 
 
He was motel art in motel rooms 
Not worth love or hate 
Just existing, the worst kind 
A mediocrity born to bear 
 
He was motel art in motel rooms 
In is a sideways glance he might look better 
Times change and so do people 
No, don’t kid yourself 
 
He was motel art in motel rooms 
Placid lake covering up bullet holes 
A solid blue never shaded in 
Nobody can check all the prints on the factory line 
 
He was motel art in motel rooms 
F*ck the world for putting me in it 
A blank wall would have looked better 
Sometimes emptiness is a good thing 
 
He was motel art in motel rooms