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 a 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
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 a 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
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Writer(s): Miles King
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