Stockholm Syndrome

What's the matter, why don't you answer What's the matter with me? It is so hard to be Free and easy, we'll disappear completely Hardly as I've known it's glad Youre heart is broken, and the doors are open As you're hoping to be There's brighter places to see Hands need warning, 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 could be I'm tired of aching, summer's what you make it But I'll believe what I want to believe