Stockholm Syndrome

What's the matter, why don't you answer

What's the matter with me

Cause it's so hard to be

Free and easy, we'll disappear completely

Hardly as I've known it's glad

Your heart is broken, and the doors are open

As you're hoping to be

There's brighter places to see

Hands need warming, early in the morning

Hardly as I've known a surprise

No, don't warn me I know it's wrong

But I swear it won't take long

And I know, you know it makes me sigh

I do believe in love

Another season, but the same old feelings

Another reason to be

I'm tired of aching, summer's what you make it

But I'll believe what I want to believe