#347

I'm right there.

I can see it.

My bags are packed.

I'm just waiting for someone to say the words.

But, I can see it in your face.

I'm not wanted back.

I wore you out.

Used myself up.

I'll still come home.

My face will be a mask of light.

And I'll forgive you, if you fake it.

I'll love you either way.