There's something about security, things staying the same
It's not even love, probably only the idea of it
Knowing that no matter how many nights you cry yourself to sleep
Tomorrow will be a new day and maybe, just maybe things will be different
Hope, that's all it is and it kills you
It's wonderful and terrible and undeniable
Until one day you realise that if you want to save even one piece of yourself
Now, this is the time to abandon futile hope