I won't miss this old motel Tobacco stains the old pastel If we were young it was hard to tell I won't miss this old motel I know you saw me the other morn Leaving at the break of dawn Did ya see me turn around again Kept looking back there was nothing left And I won't come back home In 20 years or so Throw that door open and ask you to go I won't come to your door With a hole in my chest I hate your guts but I wish you the best All the things that brought us here Feels like we just disappeared Watching people passing by Feeling like we lost the fight So I left yes I am gone Hope you keep on keepin' on One day find some peace of mind Somewhere further down the line And I won't come back home In 20 years or so Throw that door open and ask you to go I won't come to your door With a hole in my chest I hate your guts but I wish you the best I won't come to your door With a hole in my chest I hate your guts but I wish you the best I don't miss that old Motel Tobacco stained the old pastel When we were young, it was hard as hell I don't miss that old Motel