Smell Of Crayons Make Me Feel Happy Inside

I wanted to post up the lyrics of Mae's "Ready and Waiting To Fall". It's just a really beautiful song and the lyrics are just as nice. It makes my heart smile ^^
Drowning, just as fast as I can. But dont throw me a line, dont reach out your hand. Because I'm on the brink of something beautiful and I want to sing about it. But I dont know where to begin. Write it in a letter but the words dont come out right. Trying to explain how nobody can do me like. You dont understand just how helpless I get since the day that we met. Oh can you feel it yet?

It's never been more perfect being alive. I've never been so satisfied.

I could feel something different for the first time. Heaven made sense and all the words rhymed. No chance of stopping it now. I'm taking it all. And now I'm caught in the air, It's a good glide. Pass it up, wouldnt dare, what a wild ride. I remember being ready and waiting to fall just like I did tonight.

Spinning around and around until my left was my right and up became down. With just one look you knocked me off my feet. So unable to speak. Oh, how you made me weak. Though it was a while ago, I still can recall. That moment, so ready, and waiting to fall. Can you take me back in time remembering when you captured my heart? Over and over again.

Ready and waiting to fall...

The song is on my Last.fm playlist (on the left). I was looking through the lyric booklet and a familar smell came out of it (the paper or the printing smelt like Crayons), reminded me of primary school, such nice memories. I told Jenn, she probably snickered at me (actually she told me this: "just open a pack of crayons. u'll feel like home all the time ^^. jks!"), but whatever. it makes me feel happy (even if it is weird). Its one of those things. Oh actually there was an episode in Pushing Daisies where they had like a Scratch and Sniff book and the certain smells would remind you of your happiest moments. The assistant of the author in that show would be reminded of her dead grandmother (I think it was grandmother, I cant remember now) everytime she smelt unfiltered cigerette smoke (Yeah I never said it would make sense).