14 Hours. One Couch. One Notebook. One Pen. One Anxiety-Ridden 19-Year Old. Steady Supply Of Adderall.
"keep on stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear.
we need some reception, a higher message,
just tell us what to fear.
'cause I don't know what tomorrow brings.
it's alive with such possibilities.
all I know is I feel better when I sing.
burdens are lifted from me. that's my voice rising."