Wait for Me to Come Home

Loving can hurt. Loving can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know.

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes. It is the only thing that makes us feel

alive. We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves.

So where our eyes are never closing and hearts are never broken. Time's forever frozen

still. So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holding me close

until our eyes meet. You won't ever be alone. Wait for me to come home.

Loving can heal. Loving can mend your soul. And it's the only thing that I know,

know. I swear it will get easier. Remember that with every piece of ya.