Love's Demise

I'm in love with your angst and the way you need me
Your head on my shoulder, until I see
The tables turn and the gates flash in my eyes
The balance of today has come to it's demise
Vanishing, it comes back to a reprise

Now the eclipse is gone, and my head is on your shoulder
You're staying with me now as my mind grows colder
They tried to say I'd never should've told you, should've told you
But secrets never made for good excuses,
so mouth shut I'll sit here and hold, sit here and hold you