A calender stuck on June, 30 days of fun, 30 nights of love and one chipped tooth.
A postcard with a temple on it and a story about how we got in and out of shit.
This rainstorm makes the train run late but it's not like you'd wait anyways.
A gold button popped off onto the floor stands for one thats gone, stands for always be one more.
Notebooks stacked from wall to wall filled with light we believed before the clouds came and stole it all.
This rainstorm is gonna make us late and our storm door is on its last legs.
We can't keep it out!
We can't stay dry!
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