Kate Niestrom

At 18, I thought that I had to grow up and figure it all out, and at 22, I feel like I need to do the same. But truthfully, I feel like I could be 65 and still not have any clue how to be an adult.

Should you move as close to the edge of the bed as possible? Should you sleep there at all? You look at him, not knowing the rules.

I don’t need another song about how a boy broke my heart. What I need is a song about how she wasn’t there to pick me up afterwards.