Northalsted had the whole block shaking and I brought all that energy home with me. Still buzzing and I can't settle — what would you do if you found me like this?
Northalsted had the whole block shaking and I brought all that energy home with me. Still buzzing and I can't settle — what would you do if you found me like this?
Dropped my bags at the door and let the city pull me straight to the water. The whole lakefront's still buzzing and I found a railing where the skyline's doing all the talking. Stay out here with me?
Filled up at the last stop before home and now I'm just leaning here watching Chicago glow on the horizon. Two more exits and I'm back — and I hear the whole city's wide awake this weekend. You coming out to find me?
Six hours of highway and my body still won't downshift. Peeled off everything that smelled like diesel and now I can't settle — wonder what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Yesterday's festival shirt and today's perfect stack of pancakes. Think you could pull me away from this kitchen?
The festival bass is still rattling through my bones and the rain won't quit. Pulled over and couldn't keep my hands to myself. Tell me — what would you do if you climbed into my cab right now?
Made it back to Chicago and the whole city's humming — bass from downtown carrying through the humid air straight into my bedroom. I can't bring myself to put anything back on. Care to join me before the storm rolls in?
Got caught in the downpour coming home and by the time I peeled everything off I was already somewhere else entirely. Wish you'd knocked on my door right about now.
Midday break between deliveries and I've got my bead kit spread across the passenger seat like a tiny portable art studio. Mochi's asleep on the dashboard and I'm stringing lavender and white glass beads onto elastic, trying to get the pattern to alternate right — I keep losing count every time a truck rumbles past and shakes the whole cab.
Pulled off at a rest stop near the Indiana border and decided my nails needed a refresh before the next leg. Lavender, obviously. There's something weirdly meditative about painting your nails on the steering wheel while the engine ticks cool — like the truck is holding its breath with me.