When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to re-assemble it, and my mamma swore she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised, I'd never sing of love if does not exist. But darling, you are the only exception! 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 swored to myself that I'm content with loneliness, 'cause none of it was ever worth the risk. I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of whats part of me here. I know you're leaving tomorrow when you wake up, just leave me of some kind of proof it's not a dream.