Return

Keep to myself until it's over,

I can't see it but i know it's there.

And if you'd like the sight of failure for a change,

Well you can call me anytime.

Little boy, with all that weight upon your shoulders,

You know you never stood a chance

G.L. was a drive, and i'm outside,

And i've never felt further from home.

It's permanent, like ink on skin.

Return is a foreign word.