When I was younger I saw my daddy crying
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore
that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
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 swore to myself
that I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
I've got a tight grip on reality,
but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream cause
You are the only exception..
..and I'm on my way to believing.
--Paramore
