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i lay there hoping it was raining.
i knew i was right as soon as i stepped out into the hall. it filled the house, that smell of rain.
and the sound of sirens, they're flying tonight. they make me feel very small, like the space surrouding my blankets and bed is so large and full of importance.
something is so lonely about tonight. and i can't blame it on 3:50am, because it was at 11:03pm, and 1:47am, and every second between.
this doesn't mean much; it's late and i'm meandering.
i knew i was right as soon as i stepped out into the hall. it filled the house, that smell of rain.
and the sound of sirens, they're flying tonight. they make me feel very small, like the space surrouding my blankets and bed is so large and full of importance.
something is so lonely about tonight. and i can't blame it on 3:50am, because it was at 11:03pm, and 1:47am, and every second between.
this doesn't mean much; it's late and i'm meandering.