Blossom petals of trees I wish I could identify on sight, drifting on the 55-degree breeze
"Start a War" and "Guest Room" making more sense to me now than ever, more as talking to myself about the last days of us than talking directly at you
The piano interlude in "Ada" sounding the closest a musical instrument has to capturing your high-pitched laugh
Wanting to stay outside all day, but not knowing what to do
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