" I've been searching for home in hotel rooms, looking for love where I left it Something to tether my heart to, but I let go when I get it Last time I left the door open, they messed up the clothes in my suitcase I keep running back to that moment, I should let go and I'll get it I need comfort but I hate being comfortable I wonder why I hate getting what I want It's torture but I can't seem to shake it off Wanna stay, wanna run, wanna disappear I keep biting my tongue just to keep you here Made you wait for someone I could never be And it's killing me" Nicholas Galitzne - Confort