In the mornings, you wish you were cold.
In the evenings, you wish you had someone to hold.
So you make your plans for how to leave this world,
prepared to find out what's hiding behind the fold.
But before your body's as dead as your soul, 
please take my hand and join me on a stroll.
Let me wipe your tears and make you forget,
how trying and hoping will make you regret.