August Wind

Upon the whistling, chilling August wind

The damp pavement I've walked in

My chucks were leaking wet again

I'm riding solo once again.

I stumble to a stranger and he says, "Hey!"

I just stare at him wearing my lips pale

Just forgot good manners, didn't say sorry

Oh, this month is crap, definitely.

I unfold my umbrella, frolic in the rain

Who cares if I have colds or other pain

I can be numb with just an Ibuprofen

I'll double the dose so I can be high once again.

The phone rings and it flew to the wall

Don't want a conversation, not a single call

I've got a cake in the counter, a candle that's lit

Not feeling anything, not a single bit.

The wind blew even harder, teaching the drapes to fly

Also killing the light, now the room's filled with my sigh

"Happy Birthday" says everyone that day

Yet you have that speech of "now I'm going away."