This is no great illusion. When I'm with you, I'm looking for a ghost or invisible reasons to fall out of love, and run screaming from our home. Because we live in a house of mirrors, we see our fears in everything - our songs, faces, and secondhand clothes, but more and more we're suffering. Not nobody, not a thousand beers will keep us from feeling so all alone. But you are what you love, and not what loves you back. That's why I'm here on your doorstep, pleading for you to take me back.
everything happens earlier but were late for the point were missing the catch were losing the grip