my head is my only house

I'm stuck in a bar called memories
& I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it.

My head is my only house unless it rains
- I need to get a lighter head for my heavy heart.

My world is filled with meaning
- everything is so much, that also a little bit can be everything -
we're definitely not living in the same world, since we're looking at the same thing wearing different glasses. Mine are coloured and magnifying, causing deformation.
Unfortunately
everything eventually turns out to be bleak
- signifying nothing. When once it was full of meaning.