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 it'll 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 could 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 going to say no
But I can’t let go