Comfortable At This
In the place of veins, I've got streams. Instead of steps, I've got beats. My journal is scribbles sung and my daily trials professed epics, just like that unnamed guy Christina Aguilera is always singing about. I don't drink coffee, I simultaneously bathe and motivate my vocal chords. When I squeeze my shoes on quick, I can feel a little shard of the melody stuck between my toes. I call you, and you're recorded. I touch you, and you're amplified. And when it's quiet, I spill like a tambourine.
David Ace Dean - One Year Older (mp3)