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