the sun's been hidden for a couple of days and the smell of rain is all over the place now.
it's a fact: every time the scent of rain fills my lungs with its glorious nostalgia, it will always make me think of you.
i think i need to meet a new girl and like, forget about you. but i haven't met anyone as pretty/interesting/loveable as you in a very long time.
it's been so much time since you last kissed me that i can't even remember it.
yeah, i think i need to meet a new girl.
and then i'd have to forget about the rain, too. we (her and i) would have to have a different special thing than rain. something such as vintage bookshops or a romantic bossa nova cover song.
but i know, very deep down in my heart that nothing will ever feel as right as smelling the perfume of that rain-soaked concrete street with you in the cold transition from july to august.