"My bed is the only safe space I have, but my dreams keep being invaded by a symphony of strings, drums, and flamenco guitar. Religious zealotry march thru my mind adding poison to both my sexual and platonic relationships; meanwhile, I'm trying as hard as possible to outrun the anxiety caused by feverish texts to my phone. Can I find a way to escape this turmoil before the music devolves into chaos? Or do I relive this dream every time He hits me up?" This is the 2nd track from Shine, Rodriguezmore