Oh I’ve been caught under the spot, spot, spotlight
I wanna cave in to the dark side calling to me
The ending’s obvious, I know it’s not right
I can’t stop me, I can’t stop me





Another quiet weekend at Grandda’s, having decided traveling around was not any better for her than staying quiet and at home. But now that the house was quiet, she kept eying her phone every five seconds. She’d gone so far as to pick it up multiple times, start typing out a text, only to delete it all and put it back down.

Once, twice ; the pattern repeated.

On the third, she nearly hit send, but instead powered her phone down and raided the kitchen for brownie ingredients. It was too late for a run, but she could do some baking.