Music for now

The heat has finally hit critical mass. Its a long, slow ride into the cooler days from here. I can hear the faint clamor of my parents from the backyard against the tempo of this old grandfather clock. I want to go home and ride my little car into the sunset and back to the microcosm that is Denton. I need those hazy nights when up and down blur into one, bleary direction. I love the boredom and the time spent alone too. I always come here hoping to talk about the little things that I acquire, but always ended up swooning over the heat and nostalgic feelings I get when Im away.