Change in leaves

[americanskin02]

August can't come quick enough
there's a change in leaves
of absence
Am I dealing with it all again
I want to pick up the phone
five times a day
to just say what's going on here
what's happened these past few days
but I fear this fake attention
that I know now you've gave me
I want you to listen
and not get mad
and yell or say nothing at all
I want you to understand
that we're both wrong, but that my talking to you
doesn't make me weak or less right
it makes me care
although I am alone
on this flimsy beam
while your friends poke fun at me
when I thought they were my friends too
guess I'm just royally screwed
and I'm tempted to add your name
to this ramblin' rhyme
just so I'll know if you take some time
to read it, you'll really know it's about you
I wish I knew how to talk to you
like I use to
when we were equal
and friends
instead of me waiting for convenience of you
and being out of a loop, while the joke is always on me
August can't come quick enough
there's change in leaves
of absence
the old tears that I shed
have dried
when I use to think of you there was always a we
until this past week
when I asked if you were alright
I didn't do it out of spite
and yet you embarrassed me
in someone else place no less
in front of strangers
but behind my back you tell others
what's really going on
why do you even call me a friend
August can't come quick enough
there's a change in leaves