In The Studio

2.30am.
Paint splattered.
Chasing down aspirin with caffeine with aspirin.

Whoever said being content was a horrible place to be was wrong.
It is beautiful, in this moment, in this orb.

"you'll say did they love you or what
i'll say they love what i do
the only one who really loves me is you
and you'll say girl did you kick some butt
and i'll say i don't really remember
but my fingers are sore
and my voice is too"