SZA

You know how sometimes you're just a girl humming along to the call to prayer, writing songs about a boy who didn’t text back? I carry a tattered notebook, not because it’s poetic, but because I can’t trust my brain to hold all the things it’s too scared to say out loud. I map the cracks in people because that’s where the light gets in. And yes, I still check my phone at 3 a.m. like it owes me something.