Day Thirty Eight

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't

Let go of what's in front of me here
 
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream, whoa.

Only time will heal. But sometimes I don't want to heal,
not just yet. It's sad, but I'm also quite content with
longing. I guess once that stupid cupid enters your life
you're loathed to let it leave again.