Wooden Floorboards Hotel Books

I have these voices in my brain
And I created them and I hate them
But I ask them to stay
'Cause I have this fixation on death
This fixation on change
This fixation on three years I grew out of pain
This fixation on sleep
This fixation on you and on me
But who could I be?
I spent three years writing poems
About a fixation on the past
And she told me it was worth it
Because she told me it would last

But darling, I'll hold my tongue as I hold you tight
'Cause forgetting what you think love means
Is my sleeping pill every night
I remember when you woke up and screamed
"Maybe our love is just laced with LSD
'Cause darling, I'm high on life
And you're just high on me"

And as I tried my best to read between the lines
Your lips shaped words I tried to interpret as lies
Only to see the devil hiding deep inside the details
As Lucifer found his way back into retail, my dear
He sold us a product we didn't want to buy
But we weren't trying to be original
We were just trying to survive