it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i wish you could choose what you want to remember when you are 40

i want to remember the way the rain drops on the the window and the stars look like.

i want to remember the way my mothers arms feel around me when i'm having troubles with my life and the tears wont stop flowing.

< 8:41 p.m. on 2003-02-15 >