{rainy_bossa} E

I'm writing a rainy bossa right here on the Kitchen floor. The weather is shit like always, But I'm trying to ignore. Sometimes I'm in love with Moscow, Then can't take it anymore. I'm writing my rainy bossa, don't know what I'm Hoping for. Rain keeps falling and I keep playing and somehow It's already noon. Plans can wait, I'm not complaining. The world can turn without me too. Half my laundry is still unfolded. You're sound, but out of tune. Trying to turn this mess to music 'cause it's All I've learned to do. I cancel my plans for nothing, Say busy but stay in bed. I scroll just to feel connected, And get more confused instead. I hum to the sound of raindrops just like I've heard it ago. Feel stuck with this rainy bossa, Unsure what I'm hoping for. Rain keeps falling and I keep playing and somehow It's already noon. Plans can wait, I'm not complaining. The world can turn without me too. Half my laundry is still unfolded. You're sound, but out of tune. Trying to turn this mess to music 'cause it's All I've learned to do. By the way, I play six instruments and mix My tracks myself. Some covers.