I haven't felt this awake in years.

Another song recommendation comin' atcha. 

And I have waited for this awakening for so long, so long.

I gotta get a little light inside. 

And I'm here, holding out for just one thing 

and it's your love, your love---it makes everything feel alright.

I was slowly slowly dyin', slowly dyin'.

It's like the first day I'm alive. 

You are my sweetest downfall.

Rediscovered. Amazing as ever, and now on repeat. 

And people that I barely knew, they love me cause I'm part of you.

"The travelin', the singin'. It don't mean nothing without you. The fast cars, the guitars. They are all just second to this life, this love, that you and I have been dreaming of for so long. It would all be as good as gone without you."

---Keith Urban

Sometimes songs exist to be someone else's theme song.

I have been searching for your touch,

unlike any touch I've ever known.

And I never thought about you much,

'til I'm broken down and all alone.

Though I don't understand the meaning of love,

I do not mind if I die trying.

Took you for granted when you lifted me up.

I'm asking for your help.

I am going through hell---

Afraid nothing can save me

but the sound of your voice;

you cut out all the noise.

And now that I can see my stakes so clearly now,

I'd kill if I could take you back,

but how?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake.

Now I'm pacing back and forth,

wishing you were at my door.

I'd open up and you would say,

"Hey, it was enchanting to meet you."

And all I know is, I was enchanted to meet you.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go.

I'll spend forever, wondering if you knew that I was enchanted to meet you.

"I take the car and drive the night.

The White Stripes blur and ease my mind. When all that's left is a single line, instead of this confusion. And I'm not certain of the way it was. And I'm not certain of what I could have done. Oh but I wonder if it had been enough. . . .I stop the car and close my eyes, and I can see his face but it takes a while. And it feeds me like the morning light: slow and unfocused."

---What I Know, Parachute.

"Nothing to do, no where to be,

a simple little kind of free."

--Perfectly Lonely, John Mayer

My mom is out of town for a week and my brother is out with friends on this lovely summer evening. So I'm here, on my front porch, enjoying a cold class of milk and some warm cookies. Tonight, I'll do whatever I would like to do. Perfectly lonely. The anthem of summer.

And I don't want to be a faded memory.

I don't want to be the ghost that you can't shake.

I want to be the real thing.

No one said that we were victims, honey.

No one said we had to keep the things we get.

There ain't no regrets.

And all our friends, they moved to hollywood.

But we ain't that desperate yet.

Ain't nothing like the real thing.

Mostly I'm obsessed with Pat Monahan.

Really, though. He is a genius.

Not only does he have an incredible voice,

but he writes all is own music and plays like 7 instruments.

This particular song really speaks to me right now.

I feel like every song he writes is applicable to my life at some point,

but this one happens to be super relevant.

It is amazing.

"With the sound of a train that I could've been on,

reminding me that the last one's gone.

With you, it's always midnight."

"Are you blind?

Can't you see me standing here waiting in line?

For you. Are you mine?

Not just when you want to be.

All of the time. Are you? Are you blind?

Won't you tell me what it is I'm waiting to find?"

"A way to get back to you;

a way to get out of here.

I don't want to be alone at midnight anymore.

How do I get away? Want to see you in the daylight.

I don't wanna be afraid of midnight anymore."

"With you, it's always midnight."