December

It's late December
Watching the leaves on the trees
Nothing could happen to me
Or would it?
I'll picture that it shouldn't
But I remember taking control of my knees
Wiping the tear off my cheek
'Till I fell down

Return to sender
Nothing could ever compete
Sorry for wanting to leave
These faces
I'm off to better places
So I surrender
All that I wanted to be
Maybe someday you'll agree
But not right now