I can’t sleep, but I do have to get up in 4 hours. hrmf.

I love my music.. there’s this one song by Notion that I can’t remember the name of, and I want to give it a shout-out because this song kept me human during my awful dorm-entrapped freshman year of college.

there’s something about this music/ something about lying face down door closed faith drowned dirty clothes carpet covered/ deep breaths weak breaths/pen scribbles margins smothered / kicking shoes off rotating spots/ hooded sweatshirt pillows mothers sisters fathers blocked out/pop block with tube socks/ tapes in a shoe box/call it ro call it 945/ prewrite the first part and then get live/ cds taking like twenty minutes to open/ so fo real/boys II men/ montell jordan/ explicit stickers and liner notes/ I guess they thanked god too/ and i believed them

… there’s something loyal about this music/ something about parking the car uppin the volume leaning back closin eyes start the guitar/ cloudy skies kill our eyes with gray tears/ look at the picture hanging in your rearview mirror/take it off/glove compartment/remember that song that remembers where your heart went

 boom boxes and basketball courts/ sag the shorts asphalt concrete/ black top pop beats in Greenlake/ rap rock pop cops and heat waves/ backpacks wet wraps and wutang/ cubicool ranch dr pepper/ summer streets in the Central/ there’s something so real about this music/ there’s something so real about this music/ about turning the light back on at 3 am

headphones paper and a pen chest explodes same place again/ dark windows blue my friend good times slow the night begins/ max the volume I need it loud write the words bleed em out