Wow, is this the same house?

I pass these ghosts by,
Every phantom that’s been blown through these walls,
I give them a quick kiss before sending them back into oblivion,
Where all the ugly things belong. 
Because I live in a realm of pretty things.
So why should I acknowledge the floor you were dragged across?
Why should I remember you tapping your foot to stay awake…
To hear my troubles of course.
No.
Those don’t matter.
It’s only now.
And now it’s never.
So I live within forever.
And banish the ghosts to the nether.
Because I thought it was you and I forever.
Now it’s me and these walls, together.
Where all the forgotten things remain.
It’s a peaceful purgatory, 
When I’m not thinking about your life in detriment.
I enjoy the aviary,
Where my dreams run free,
Away from the beating, that was your final decree,
Woe is me,
Right?
When I look outside my window,
I get no peace of mind.