Don't be a - Just be a -

With my hair down, and hardly any makeups on my face, the window's down, and my head's against the "wall" of the vehicle. The wind pushes my skin, and closes my eyelids. My eyelashes feel like insects when I open my eyes for even a second. It feels a bit like a roller coaster. It makes me want to hold on to the chicken strap for dear life and sit on the car sill of the window with the upper half of my body sticking out of the vehicle. But I don't because that's not smart. And I can only slightly hear Cake playing, because the way my head's positioned fills my right ear with wind, and my left with your voice. When I do open my eyes I watch the shadow of your profile against the inside of the passenger door sing.
I want so much to write songs these days, but I doubt my abilities, as I always have. That won't stop me from trying.
I'm currently listening to Lady Gaga's BORN THIS WAY. It's even better the second time.
I need some glitter in/on my lips.