Make me wait here forever, 
to see the back of your hair, 
trying not to get to close to you.
But if I ever walk through that dark lit room, without you...
if I ever walk through that door again without your hand.
Make me wait here forever, trying not to get to close to you.
Watch you come and go, and I get so confused.
When you come and go I can't keep up with your head.
Why do I get this sense of loss every time you go?
"I wish I knew" he said, "what it feels like to lose."
No you don't.