Fall

This time of the year brings out the worst in me

When the wind picks up and sweeps me off my feet

I lay in the cold leaves

Clouds are all I see

And the snow starts falling with my self esteem

And all I can think is that it's just not fair

That somebody else gets to brush your hair

And kiss your neck right on the spot that I found

But when I'm talking I don't make no sound

When the sun came back and I could breathe