My heart has been nothing but a luxury hotel, But that is over now. I’ve filled all the space it has, There are no vacancies, it doesn’t matter how. Those lucky enough to have a room Can stay indefinitely. But those who got here way too late Just won’t get much from me. Every time someone checks out, I guess I could turn over the room for the next guest, Let somebody new in, But it isn’t worth the mess. I’ll never love or trust again, I know that may sound sad, But for me it is a huge relief, Because love is just a lame fad meant to make me feel bad.