key card to my heart

My heart is but a hotel and never a home
People stay for a while but they always go 

in me they reside for a small temporary fee

most of the time its to say they love me

but with rooms to rent for the hour, no one longs for me

cheap and easy, i crave somebody to hold me

so when someone books me for more than one night

feelings stir within me, those of both hope and fright

for rooms long lived in, take on the shape of those inside

my sheets smell of you and your polo cologne

just for a second you felt right at home

but when your rent was over 

you handed me back the key

and just like the others you decided to leave

empty and barren, my heart a mess once again

your bed left unmade 

sunlight blocked by curtains

the remnants of you left completely untouched

hoping you would return 

and clean your mess up

the mess in your room and the mess you made of me

my heart is a hotel but never a home

i thought you would stay but you chose to go

in me you reside for a small temporary fee

all that i charged you was your love for me

but you rented by the hour, and never longed for me

i was so cheap, so easy, so you clung to me

you held me like so for a couple of nights

as they days continued passing, feelings took flight

the room that you stayed in, felt warm just like you

your cologne lingered there, much longer than you

i fooled myself for a home where someone could stay

just like that it was over, and you had gone away

i break every key

and i slam every door

my heart out of business 

closed forevermore