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.