It's that time of year.
Heat begins to fall, along with the leaves
and everyone's self esteem.
A year ago I wouldn't have worried
Or even thought of how it ended in a hurry.
I don't know if you've seen
But school buses look different at 6:15
Everyone pretends they notice
Yet they neglect  the death of the while lotus.
All I can hope is they get better
That we can find an answer
Life is just pretentious
Passing us by endless.
I don't know if you've seen
But school buses look different at 6:15
Everyone pretends they notice,
Yet they neglect  the death of the while lotus.
A year ago I wouldn't have worried.