I don't want the promise.
I want the guarantee
of loose leaves
from trees.
Outside is the drama
that takes place outside
from you,
and me too.
Passwords save you,
from me, and just
secure our lives with
secret Santas.
Hopes dissolve
under florescent lights,
and they steal us away
from our rightful
good nights.
--
Yeah, i want to see you.
Yeah, i want to
believe
that you're downtown,
that you're around.
I know you're sincere because i've got it on my
machine.
I turn it up loud,
like you're here now.
Passwords save you, from me,
and just
secure our lives with
secret Santas,
as hopes dissolve
under florescent lights.
Yeah, i know there are hopes.
I can see them
at night.
