.: The hangover

Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this keeping a comfortable, distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that I was content with loneliness. Cause none of it was ever worth the risk, but... I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here I know your leaving. In the morning, when you wake up, leave me with some proof it's not a dream. And I’m on my way to believing it. Oh, and I’m on my way to believing it.