Constant Conflicts Hotel Books

I spent too much time erasing, not enough time changing
Blurring the lines between sick and selfish
Hoping I can grab on for just a second
But I've learned to take what I can get
And use the parts that make sense
And relent only when I meet my own death
And find a pace I can circumvent

When was truth less about proving a point
And just proving someone wrong all along?
I'll rest my aching joints
To my own broken hope and swan song
But maybe I'm overworked
Because I like breaking the healing process
As a comfort when I'm aching
With this new perspective I'm finally taking

I made this bed, and I will sleep in it
The comfort of your warm sheets
Will bring me to the further flames of hell
I made this bed, and I will sleep in it
Even if our honesty is building peace into a bed of nails

Death is not a choice, and love should not be either
I'll endure the pain if our hearts endure the weather
The only pain worse than killing with force
Is killing with neglect, I guess
And now I know that our complacent love was completely dead
I will complicate this love just to feel something
And I'm sorry if it's clouded all the facts
The rhythm of my heartbeat changed
In the moment that I realized you were not coming back
I will complicate this love just to feel something
And I'm sorry if it's clouded all the facts
The rhythm of my heartbeat changed
In the moment that I conceptualize the words I masked