August fifth, the flight came in. After our last conversation, made me feel a bit anxious. But I bit my lip, I got a grip, rode my bike to Alison's. The falling leaves felt like it was raining. I went to school, ignored my friends. I held my head through everything, it made me feel less stupid. But maybe I had it all backwards. I wish I never got through to you. No one wants to be on this side of pity. No one wants to be on this side of life. Makes you think there might be someone out there who will be with you always. August sixth, the flight left. I never did call you back, made me feel so selfish. I went outside to watch the clouds part, with a dozen different airplanes, flying away from here. The falling leaves felt like it was raining.