Its All in My Head

These motels are never honest
Hiding any trace of previous guests
As if the beds were never slept in
And they remained that way after I had left
Every stain in the carpet more present
As I kicked off my shoes
There's a home for every bastard
As I sit here in my room without a view
As I sit here in my room without a view

If it's all in my head
Why does it feel so real

These thoughts are never stable
Just a measure of the passing of time
My head is never on right
Just a vessel for the thoughts in my mind

If it's all in my head
Why does it feel so real