I'm sitting on my balcony, three beers and two albums in. I'm staring at a half-burned streetlight. I see a couple locked in some version of an embrace on the corner. I so badly want to believe in truth and that love is real. I can't shake the hot wind across my face -- I can't shake the voice in my head begging for a sign. Anything. I look up, I can't see the stars. Wrong sign.
I'm fumbling for the volume button -- I know when I get like this I just need to turn it up. I need to drown out my own thoughts. Come on, just give me what I need ... just sing the words I am dying to hear.
The car alarm is ringing over the sound of her voice in my ears -- solution? Clearly "Oh. Hi." needs to be louder. I need this Cacie, whatcha got...[read more]