When I sat down on the bed next to you. You started to cry. I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me. To come back home. Or maybe all you mean, is leave me alone.
No!. I froze. I can't be so. Far away from my wasteland. I never know when I might. Ambulance. Hoist the horns with my own hands. Almost. Almost. . I heard a faint ole.