Illusion

He's the kindest man you've dated
He likes your friends, but in his ways, he seems quite set
You strangle thoughts you should've waited
And ignore the simmering signs you might regret

Is this love?
Or is it an illusion?
It's something else
You're dreaming of
And there's still hope
When he tells you that he loves you
In that way he does
There's still hope
Still time to get out
Still time to go home

So he tells you that he's sorry
Even though it happens every single night
Hands that once caressed you
Suddenly hurt as they somehow grip you tight

Is this love?
Or is it an illusion?
It's something else
You're dreaming of
And there's still hope
When he tells you that he loves you
In that way he does
There's still hope
Still time to get out
Still time to go home

You say you'll never fall again
You promise you'll be stronger then
You go to leave but somehow stay
You say you'll never learn that way
And oh