Constant Conclusions - Hotel Books

This is what I said to myself in a deep dream:

There’s a relief that belief is all inside of me,

and it’s not trying to seep,

but bleed a brief shred of grief

followed by a chase to break free as I chase this crippling desire to

understand the fire in your eyes

With time I’ll try to realize that you’re the love I need.

But then I find this hope inside when I finally cross these wires,

not so that I die,

but so my brain will fry.

So I’ll be dulled down enough to believe your lies when you cross the t’s and

you dot the i’s.

And I’ll believe you,

because I can see through the rescue.

And I saw a familiar bleak view when I broke my neck to see over the fence just

to see how green the grass on the other side of it is.

But I know good and well that these self help,

pity party depths of hell,

chasing a burning desire like whiskey down your throat

drowning out the fact that the facts are in and you’re still gonna say no.

But I can’t let go

'cause this echoing promise of hope is deep inside of this confusion with me,

I know,

but soon I’ll let go.

And I’ll do what I can to tell love take control.

I’ll do what I can to let this love take control.

'Cause confusion of who you need me to be has striken me.

But love has no weapons and love is never fighting,

so darling, why are we?

When love was the original intention of this home we built in our sleep.

Every night I lie awake and I know my heart will break

but what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you.

Every night I lie awake I know my heart will break

but what’s hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you.