You don't want to be saved. You just want to stop fighting. This is where you come when you want to admit that it's over. You used to tell yourself that you could quit at any time. Walk away. That that feels far away from you now. The energy it takes to perform that charade has become too much. You just want to rest.

So come.

Come to me and lay at my feet. I'll tell you what you're dying to hear.