Sixty six.

Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go as if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than your, colder than yours.

They come in all quiet, sweet up and then leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side.

-somedays, regina spektor

I've been listening to this pretty song lately. Singing a long loudly, listening quietly.