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oh, these... rainy days when everything's so far away
i am barely even human in these empty tidal waves
i never missed you or your smile or the kisses that you gave
obviously, not at all, what even makes you think that way?...
fuck
oh, these... rainy days with scents of petrichor and dew
just remind me of the days that i spent trailing after you
all good things die young, like the tree in my backyard
i often wish we had a chance to climb it skyward in our cards
but not every hand is dealt quite the way you hope and wish
watch our house of kings and aces topple over in your midst
trying hard to fall asleep and missing those i never knew
like my uncles and the online friends who left without a clue
i was silent in forgetting them, my memory deplorable
until i saw their facebook pages turning to memorials
and oh, these... rainy days with dismal clouds that drift above
that we would often use like sacrébleus to overstate our love
at this point in time, it's luck or something similar that carries
us across our fragile lives with neither of us dead and buried
the star-filled nights are drifting infinitely overhead
dreams of peace seem to evade me, i'll love these nightmares instead
'cause when rest is stressful work and vacations feel like hell
i guess that swallowing my pride would fit my person just as well
i was silent in forgetting my own nervous, ugly ways
until the day i turned eighteen and started running out of days
oh, rainy dayss
:)