Interview.

Me:

I frequently put my hand over my chest and push to remind myself I'm real.
English/Hospitality Major.
My iTunes library is OCD clean. Not lyrically. But organized.
Maya moved to Texas. I don't want to talk about it.
Not so happy in love. Also don't want to talk about it.
I'm even less sure what I believe in now.
Mostly, I just like to talk about music.
And books.
I can talk about music and books like a champ.
I can wiggle my ears.
I wield grammatical errors with purpose.

Happy In Love (listen)

Loose grip, and tight lipped
Thinning your blood
Begging
Not sleeping
Happy in love

Coming over and apart
Lonely, I look at you
You're shaking and so confused
I'm lost somewhere here in my mind

Perfect but no feeling left
Happy in love

A slow drift
You don't notice it
Happy in love

Coming over and apart
Lonely, I look at you
My dead logic overview
I'm buried out back there in my mind.