come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry.

i wrote this yesterday (or did i?)

things are becoming more confused

with every passed note

and missed birthday.

sometimes i just know things,

and i don't know how to explain it.

i don't claim to be a prophet or a god.

i just know things.

maybe it's because i pay attention

and i can read you

and maybe deep down,

that's what scares you:

you haven't been written in another language.

i'm not decoding you

or just "pressing you buttons"

for my own pleasure

i just need you to know

that you make the decisions.

yes, there is the inevitable, and there always will be,

but you take action.

now, and now.

if you don't like what's going on

or if you know it hurts

and you know it doesn't feel right,

then why not stop it?

time and time again,

i've told you that i'm not mad

and that's the truth.

i just don't understand how one cannot see their own will.

please, don't place the blame on someone else.

and so it's fall

and i have yet to wear my pea coat

and boots.

the leaves are just changing

and yet,

i have yet to pluck apples straight from the tree

or brush the dust off of a pumpkin.

i've always wanted to travel

but i'd be lying if i said i didn't miss home.