And the times when I have to let go of your hand,
when I have to say goodbye
are the hardest.

I am so tired of having to walk to my house,
not knowing if I'll see in again
in one month or two.

I just want to fast forward to when goodbyes aren't a thing.
I want to fall asleep in your arms
and wake up in them.

I hate the way my heart sinks,
as I watch your car drive away
time after time.

I just want to lay in your arms