Brainweird Feels and Other Things

Radio

Lying in bed; three in the morning; radio is on to entertain drunk acquaintances.
One line out of hundreds that speaks to me. One sentence in a conversation I'm not even part of. Random sequences of word salad that wouldn't make sense to anyone if I said them out loud; but they mean so much to me.
My boyfriend is so cute when he's asleep. Not that he isn't cute all the time. I don't know how he's sleeping right now. What is sleeping? Can I sleep? I have church tomorrow. I need sleep. God, if you exist, let me sleep.
Drunk people have such loud conversations. They make no sense and yet I can understand all of it. How is he saying what I feel all the time? How? Words?
I don't like this song. I mean, I do. I just hate how I can relate to it so much. Shut up, Oasis, stop saying what I'm feeling. I don't even remember your name. Travis? Is it Travis? I don't care, you're just Oasis now.
I'm so tired and so uncomfortable. But I'm so glad I'm living in this moment.