His whole era is ending and I'm taking it personally — lying here letting his voice pull me apart in the dark. You'd just stand there watching, wouldn't you?
His whole era is ending and I'm taking it personally — lying here letting his voice pull me apart in the dark. You'd just stand there watching, wouldn't you?
August nights in this city are too hot for clothes and too dark for anyone to catch you — but you found me anyway. Tell me you'd look away.
The cool air through my window is doing things to my skin that I usually need someone else for. Bet you wish you were the one giving me goosebumps.
Belle Isle does this thing at dusk where the whole sky turns my favorite color and I'm buying art I can't afford from strangers who'll never remember me. You should've been here, baby.
The Weeknd is performing in Frankfurt right now and I'm on my couch three time zones away letting his voice ruin me in the best way. You're missing the show, baby.
Thursday night got away from me and now I'm lying here with nothing but the lamp and my own hands keeping me company. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Said I was going to bed an hour ago and now I'm in a Fortnite squad with three strangers who keep calling me "bro" — honestly the disrespect is keeping me awake more than the game is.
Just caught the end of a replay game and now I'm yelling at my screen like the players can hear me through the TV — there's something about watching someone miss a wide-open layup that brings out a whole different side of me.
Mid-stretch on my mat and already sweating through my tank top — Monday mornings hit different when you're your own boss.
Three AM has this way of making me honest with myself — no audience, no performance, just me and the ceiling having conversations I'd never say out loud.