Paroles de Note to Self: City Park, 2pm

I've got it written on my hand city park at 2:00 a lonely bench awaits where in the world are you? clouds are coming in grey skies that were blue cover this small town now that it's left without you and I await a time when we feel safe and we're not on our way down farther now because I'm getting fed up dishearted let's go on (I'm going to find a way) this is how we get through must have called you 1,000 times only to ring through you said you would be around words can be so untrue you told me not to worry there is no reason to worry who's worried? I'm worried