"Motels" lyrics

I'll let you sleep but you know it that I gotta go
Gotta make some change
I'ma fill the sea this storm inside of me
I'll kick it out the window

'Cause your mum is in the front room
You don't want her to see
That don't bother me
Don't she know that you're a freak?

I'm going
Make it my own show and
Preach it from the bar right down the street
Lord, help me to my feet

Time could change but I'll give you my number
I could stay forever as your motel boy
Keep the change 'cause I've been getting lesser
I could stay forever as your hotel boy
Get some good chains and the dresses you wear
At the old place I can wait on you there
Time could change but I'll give you my number

I know that you wanted me to stay
But you know, it's not okay
God at times, you don't even look older
You're on my jeans, can you please roll over?

'Cause your mum is in the front room
You don't want her to see
That don't bother me
Don't she know that you're a freak?

I'm going
Make it my own show and
Preach it from the bar right down the street
Lord, help me to my feet

Time could change but I'll give you my number
I could stay forever as your motel boy
Keep the change 'cause I've been getting lesser
I could stay forever as your hotel boy
Get some good chains and the dresses you wear
At the old place I can wait on you there
Time could change but I'll give you my number

I know that you wanted me to stay
But you know, it's not okay
God at times, you don't even look older
You're on my jeans, can you please roll over?