i can see your lips moving, but all i can hear is "blah, blah, blah".

i'm a precipitated emergency.
foggy like london but without all the class and dignity.
keep your ears to the ground, but your eyes to their hearts,
when you've got everything left to lose, bet on the longshots.

full of miscalculated efforts at organising these tears and plans into futures and vows.
this is how everything starts and ends all at once.
i'm crazy for the sparkle that tells me, "this is it"
romances last terrorist.

i could have had it all,
but i just couldn't take the risk.