French Motel (Rolo Tomassi)

There is no good Shake your head at me and I’ll shake mine right back at you Disappointment isn’t a desire of mine Plagued with fragmented thoughts of why? Too shameful to describe With weary assurances I sit by And await no reply There is no good (Digesting the oldest fucking trick) Catch me if you can Dipping in and out of disgust (Smirk at the disadvantage, I know I did) Try to keep up Now let us convince There’s no desire There is no desire Now let us convince Where is your desire? There is no good There is no goodbye