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.