I'm Returning Your Sweater

You can stop pretending now. I can't stop forgetting how, My face has worn, And yours has gone. Reddened by my words, Damaged by the sun. And if you leave right now, I wont say a thing more. Stupid. I’m sick of writing. Asleep. I'm always hiding, The words to a song, That I can’t hear anymore. Can I have a better reason? Please, one I believe in. To make this all better, And I’ll return back your sweater.