remember when we moved in, and i would do lots of dishes? and listen to pink floyd all the time while mopping the floor? and now i also still remember the scent of a just washed bathroom and my mom's dining table when it arrived. now sometimes when i'm minding my own business, walking around the house and i catch a whiff of any of the scent above, or i listen to dark side of the moon, i'm reminded of a time when my room was clean (haha) and now these are to be known as the scent of June.
and now remember that time when i got so mad because you couldn't give a fuck and you thought it was okay? and when i couldn't do anything about it and started to cry and you tried making me feel pretty? yeah, you tend to remember the new things to you, for example: crying this way. and when i catch a whiff of it, i feel like i could just fall off the planet and kick and scream while floating in space and say fuck you a thousand times.
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