Outside Is The Drama

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 that there are hopes. I can see them at night.