You make it easy to fall
Your charming disposition, your handsome gaze
You make it hard to really know
Whats real or fake, fact from fiction
And I have grown tired of the game
The ambiguous nature of this display
The reckless abandon and all its madness
Yet I never know what there is to say
How do you look at me, what do you see?
Are you looking to save me?
You can't, there is no sense to the rescue.
I am not easily brought to conclusions
But it seems to me that this might be the thing
that we have both been needing.
If you could just stop living in the past
and put your trust in me
I will be gentle with your heart
as long as you are gentle with mine.