Old Hotels - The Adjective

I love when it’s raining

So quiet all morning

The sun breaks through the broken clouds

Like painted pictures in old hotels

Keep the light on

So I can see

In the hallway

Everything that I could be

I am so scared

That I’m failing

I don’t know why

I can’t seem to sleep these days

In summer we’re waiting til winter forever

We can’t forget good times we’ve had

With blurry pictures of candid laughs

I love when it’s raining

So quiet all morning

The sun breaks through the broken clouds

Like painted pictures in old hotels

I remember

We were smiling

It was bright out

There were no clouds in the way

Now we’re older

And it is colder

I don’t know why

I can’t seem to sleep these days