[Verse] Behind the glass, the night sings low, A cigarette’s ash drips slow, Fingers trace the lines I write, On guest cards under flickering light. [Pre-Chorus] Names and numbers fade away, But these words, they choose to stay— [Chorus] I’m the poet of the lost and gone, Ink spills truths that don’t belong, In between check-in and check-out calls, I’m scribbling secrets on motel walls. [Verse] The lobby hums a distant tune, TV flickers, half past noon, Every face a passing scene, Fragments caught in a midnight dream. [Pre-Chorus] Letters bleed from tired hands, Whispered verses no one plans— [Chorus] I’m the poet of the lost and gone, Ink spills truths that don’t belong, In between check-in and check-out calls, I’m scribbling secrets on motel walls. [Bridge] And sometimes, when the night retreats, I fold my verses with defeat, But morning finds them still alive, On cards where no one else survives. [Chorus] I’m the poet of the lost and gone, Ink spills truths that don’t belong, In between check-in and check-out calls, I’m scribbling secrets on motel walls. [Outro] Scribbling secrets on motel walls… Scribbling secrets on motel walls…