Hurry home.

"It doesn't matter what you've done
I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been
You can still come home
And honey if it's you,
We've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone,
So hurry home."

That's the thing. I'd rather take the fall. I'd rather shoulder the weight; take the heat for my choices. I'd rather do it on my own...

I'd rather do anything than run back to a father who doesn't want me back.