Low

Rainfall, cool the ground
The smell of wet pavement is all around
Desperate to feel something that doesn't require too much thinking
On days like this, you beg reciprocation
Am I out of my mind, am I out of my mind?
I can't feel a damn thing
I barely know myself and I can't find light
And I can't help myself so I can't get it right
Pour me over, standing in the rain
Pour me over, if I can't feel love then I won't feel the pain
And I don't want to feel a thing if I can't scratch the surface
I don't want to feel a thing if I can't scratch the surface
Warmer days will come, they told me
Warmer days will come and go, they told me



Credits
Writer(s): Small Stresses
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