sometimes it’s the way music comes in. the bass, the groove, the movement that seduces you into moving and wanting to repeat a song over and over again. and sometimes, it’s the way words can simply turn you on.
art by douglas hale
it’s a difficult place when it gets like this, uh huh
when your heart becomes a million different pieces
that’s when you won’t be able to recognize this feeling
that’s called tough love
my competition is myself
i ain’t worried ’bout no one