She put a bullet through a Bible And thought it would empower her But she felt nothing and that’s all she needed To finally feel nothing She stopped by my house the next morning And said “I’m sorry But I still don’t feel like this life is worth living You did all you can you do” I looked at her with tears in my eyes And said “Darling, I’m sorry But I’m glad I’m not you" She said “At least I know this is all temporary But the carpet grains will still hold stains Even when you die You won’t have to face them But they will remain" She said she had enough baggage To rattle the cage of rage, Worthless, page after page To rearrange the strange game of pain Seeping further into a strain of remains Tags with names She felt like the lone survivor of a civil war Of inner peace versus inner desire Hoping somehow to change The casualties were her hope and her sanity A damaging calamity of fragile ideals being washed away When waging war against a staging of poor ideologies That lead to death, but at least she felt something And at least it all meant something There’s no way to see beauty When it's just the blind leading the blind There’s no way to see beauty When it's just losing love to justify lies There’s no way to see beauty When it's just the blind leading the blind There’s no way to see beauty When we lose love to justify our stupid lies She said, “I watched my house catch fire and I didn’t feel a thing” Well darling, congratulations, I wish I had that sort of inner peace I’m digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body And expectations diminish as I uncovered There’s nothing underneath hiding She had taken what I once needed to feel I could be something And I spent so long being bitter, but now I’m finally celebrating Thanking God for those brief moments where my eyes met hers And she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid blur The spur of the moment cure for her boredom And my lack of adventure We were caught somewhere between a pack of Menthols She kept on the nightstand where she would sleep And a broken down truck that used to drive her to her dreams But now sat as an eyesore metaphor for the home We created to nourish our weaknesses, the brittle middle ground Sounding this rebound argument with God that we call living It was nothing, not even trying to win any sort of race I just wanted to finish, or at least sort of place But as I kept running, I diminished the existence I created out of love so I can breathe easier When I tried to fall asleep in this ocean Pushing me side to side on her Her broken dreams, her broken dreams She said, “It’s easier to fall asleep Just knowing that when I have something to say Somebody’s listening to me" She said, “I don’t care if I have a plan I don’t care if I understand All I need to know is that I have some sort of calling I just need to know that somebody is listening”
Read the complete lyrics to "813 Maryland St." by Hotel Books from the album "Run Wild, Young Beauty" in 2015. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Alternative, Midwest Emo, Post-Hardcore.
"813 Maryland St." is performed by Hotel Books. from the album "Run Wild, Young Beauty" in 2015 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL.
Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data.
If you enjoy "813 Maryland St.", explore more songs by Hotel Books using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.
"813 Maryland St." is credited to Hotel Books. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.
"813 Maryland St." appears on "Run Wild, Young Beauty" in 2015.
Visit the Hotel Books artist page at /artist/hotel-books for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.
