The Motel 7 blues

I sit in this cheap motel smokin cigarettes, staring at the walls with my head reeling from the sudden shock of. my girl goin crazy and flippin out over nothin but her own paranoid delusions and throwin me out of the home we so happily shared only the day prior. Its been five days since i arrived at the motel 7 in goodland. five fucking days wondering what happened and finally i decided that i don't even care why. After all this is the norm in my fucked off "life"