i’m wide awake, it’s morning

my bright eyes/conor oberst fixation has unexpectedly slipped back into my life. the lyrics are undeniably raw and stirring. and even though the morning chill is rousing a population of goosebumps up and down my legs, i cannot pry myself away from the computer and stop from scrolling through their song list in hopes that i’ll make a great discovery based on the few words of a song title. my brain is about to malfunction and shrivel up due to a lack of sleep and a stubborn search of the best verse or quote to epitomize the reasons behind this adulation. the words blurry, the guitar fading, i admit defeat and will now retreat to the comforting weight of three blankets to provide the tangible form of what music cannot.