I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself speeding down another highway, paralyzed by this gripping anxiety. And it's strange because last week, I would have given anything to be here. But now, I feel as if I lost that right somehow, swallowed by a sea of lights.

Even still. Even if my memories are a little hazy. Even if it's kinda lonely out there. And nothing seems quite right, but nothing seems wrong either. Everything is okay...isn't it? I'll let myself be swallowed by that sea of lights and you can forget about this voice that once haunted your dreams. New York City. It's about what sort of story you are trying to tell and what kind of person you are pretending to be. It's always been about that.