A child’s skinny frame, emerges from the darkness, silhouetted in moonlight. The words that follow: I got hot and vomited in my bed, plus over the side… a lot on the hardwoods… and some other stuff.
Rock, Paper, Scissors? Forget it, two man job, the highlight of which, definitely standing on the front lawn, shaking the chunks out of kid’s bedding.
Just appreciating the opportunity to be conscience, when I wouldn’t be, and outside on a perfect night (vomit aside), breathing deeply (through your mouth).
Thinking the magical, hazy thoughts that seem crisp and brilliant before the sun comes up, but become the l.o.l. parts of your dream journal.
I stay up too late, got nothing in my brain
That’s what people say mmm, that’s what people say mm
But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop moving
It’s like I got this music in my body and it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off