My dreams, they're not safe, like how they used to be. You creep in every so often, and I let you. I like how our love defies everything. We're not afraid anymore. You kiss me all the time, in front of millions, saying fuck it to all the haters. You kiss me and I feel the love. It's overwhelming - a good kind of overwhelming. And you hug me and hold my hand and tell me you'll always be there and that you'll never leave. You caress my face, your cold touch sends shivers down my spine, and you look at me, right in the eyes. And I let you. I never let you. I always feared that if you'd look hard and long enough, you'd see something you didn’t like. But this time, here in this beautiful place, I let you look at me, for however long. You make me fall in love with you all over again - deeper, each and every time. And that faint line that separates reality from fiction, it disappears and I don't even realize it. I start believing everything you say and everything you do. And then you say sorry, leaving me confused. I mean, why're you saying sorry? You've been so perfect; you have nothing to be sorry for.
My eyes open, and the morning light, it shines so brightly through the window, and a tear, just a single tear, it trickles down my face, and I finally understand. I understand why you apologized. And that faint line, the one that disappeared, it slowly reappears, thicker than ever.
And I lie there, not wanting to move. Not wanting to say anything, not wanting to see anyone, not wanting that closed bedroom door to open. Because once that door opens, the voices, they fill the room, and that feeling I get when I've received so much love, that feeling, it goes away, and the voices, it knocks me in the head, waking me up.
And then I remember all the pain again, and I start to hate you. I hate you for lying and for manipulating me and making me give up everything I held so dearly. The voices, they grow louder, and I look at the door, waiting for the knob to be turned, waiting to have to face what's out there. I embrace the little time I have left - with my own thoughts, with myself, with the silence. And a little voice in my head, it tells me I'll see you again - in another dream for another night. And I'll fall in love with you all over again, and the next time we see each other, our love, it'll be so great, it'll conquer the world.
And the hate is gone, and the anticipation grows.
My eyes open, and the morning light, it shines so brightly through the window, and a tear, just a single tear, it trickles down my face, and I finally understand. I understand why you apologized. And that faint line, the one that disappeared, it slowly reappears, thicker than ever.
And I lie there, not wanting to move. Not wanting to say anything, not wanting to see anyone, not wanting that closed bedroom door to open. Because once that door opens, the voices, they fill the room, and that feeling I get when I've received so much love, that feeling, it goes away, and the voices, it knocks me in the head, waking me up.
And then I remember all the pain again, and I start to hate you. I hate you for lying and for manipulating me and making me give up everything I held so dearly. The voices, they grow louder, and I look at the door, waiting for the knob to be turned, waiting to have to face what's out there. I embrace the little time I have left - with my own thoughts, with myself, with the silence. And a little voice in my head, it tells me I'll see you again - in another dream for another night. And I'll fall in love with you all over again, and the next time we see each other, our love, it'll be so great, it'll conquer the world.
And the hate is gone, and the anticipation grows.
