Wax Romantic - Wait Outside

I moved in close and he backed away from me
He placed his hand on my chest and he laughed and held me up
She was looking at the ground, the sidewalk crumble
Like a theater audience at a Michael Cera movie
Gave me his coat and looked around, then back at me

Yeah, sure, I can chill here - it's really not that cold
Go for it, I like the me-time
A pat on the back, he grabs her hand and they walk in

He told me to wait outside
He told me to wait outside
He told me to wait outside
He told me to wait outside

Hear a lock on the door
Was he expecting me to go in
What do I do if something moves
What do I do if something moves

Written by:
Aaron Kelley

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