The Commands - "I've Got Love for my Baby"

This year for my birthday I'm turning into the loveliest and most terrifying cloud you've ever seen. I'm going to be filled with static and edged in a soft pink glow so perfect you want to cry just thinking about it. I'm turning into the glinting metal insides of a smashed guitar on the sidewalk outside your apartment, I'm turning into a teen boy with perfect swished-up hair and acne and an ill-advised baggy knit sweater who's always in the middle of making a mixtape for the only other girl in his homeroom who wears band t-shirts, working on a hunch that she might actually own a machine that plays tapes, which is wrong. I'm turning into the heart-stirring rise and sweep at the end of this song, but also the perfect organ floating through it, the held-breath soaring way they tumble into that second last chorus. Years are for losers. I'm turning into the most brilliant cubic inch of sparkling air you've ever seen.

[buy // thank you Carlo]