3. The Only Receipt of Us

[𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗜𝗣𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗨𝗦] 𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: The rain always knows how to start a story, but it also knows exactly how to erase one...and somehow it always makes me sound so dramatic. [𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧] 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘺. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "So...guess this is goodbye." 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: "Yeah." "I'm... this way." 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "Right..." 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: "We're making this intersection really awkward." 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "I'm pretty sure the traffic light is judging us right now." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 "𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘱-𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘱" 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "Ok, that's our cue." 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: "Yeah... Well... see you." 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "See... uh..." 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴. 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "Hey... this might sound a little random..." "Would it be okay if..." 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: "Yes?" 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵... 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "...if I... gave you my number?" 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: "Pizza...... Hut?" 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "No, no! I wrote my number on the back." 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: "Oh..." "I thought... never mind." 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "Yeah..." 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: "See you around." 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: I never noticed my heart was louder The night around me was always the same Somehow tonight went a little faster That single moment I'm trying to hold 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: I never noticed this road was longer The walk back home was always the same Somehow tonight I'm taking my time Trying not to rush away 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗡: it's just a number 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: a piece of paper maybe 𝗗𝗨𝗘𝗧: But I feel something more, Like a story written in the rain. 𝘌𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘌 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵. "Okay... let's see what he wrote!" 𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘: The paper's still here... Folded in my hand. (beat) But somehow... The words decided to leave... ...in... the... rain! [𝗘𝗡𝗗]