That one night when I slept in your arms, I wish I’d stayed awake.

Those two nights when we kissed, I wish I’d held you closer.

Those three nights when we held eachother, I wish they had lasted forever.

Since then I’ve been distant and lonely.

Since then we don’t touch.

Hardly speak.

You, who never chose me, chose another.

Wish I knew. Wish I knew what I could do. Wish I knew what I should do.

Wish wish wish that you would too.