This image that I worship blends your real with my make believe.
I live in constant fear that the real I love will only leave.

I'll settle for the more and the less.
All you need is a reason, and I lose

The sound of your voice.
The touch of your hands.
The look in your eye when you say
"maybe"

I can’t trust you until you have a choice.

Please, can’t you save my life!?
Until the waiting is through.
Please, can’t you save my life!?