Hotel Books - Constant Conclusions

This is what I said to myself in a deep dream
There’s a relief that belief is all inside of me and not trying to sleep
But it will bleed a brief shred of grief followed by a chase to break free
As I chase this crippling desire to understand the fire inside 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 I die but so my brain will fry, so I will be dulled down enough to believe your lies
When you cross the t’s and dot the I’s, and I’ll believe you
Because I could see through the rescue and 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 is

But I know good and well these self-help, pity party depths of hell
Chasing a burning desire like whisky down your throat
Drowning out the fact the facts are in and it’s still a no
But I can’t let go because this echoing promise of hope
Is deep inside of this confusion with me, I know
But soon I will let go, and I will do, what I can to let love take control
I will do what I can to let this love take control

Cause confusion of who you need me to be has stricken me
But love has no weapons, and love is never fighting
So why are we when love was the original intention of this home that 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, and I know my heart will break
But what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you