to Death Cab for Cutie, I am back in my grandparents' bedroom upstairs, watching seasons 1 and 2 of Grey's Anatomy on repeat. The lace curtains can't block out sunlight so I hang thick bath towels on the rod, then I can eat bread and feel safe.
Sitting in Humanitics cafe in pajama pants, driving down the same roads, wearing scarves every day in 97 degree weather, eating oatmeal in bed at night. Because I missed dinner again.
I listen to Death Cab now and I know I am happier now. There are days but I am happier now.
