big bad love

[knife_chase]

smoking and turnstiles. I think That i'll lose a While.
one too many turn arounds.
two too many coffees.
everyone's a floater, and I'm losing it.
don't think we'll ever walk home together;
it's too big and bad, and I'm too sad.
This time's not for me, and, really, never will there be one.
tears for forming fate,
beyond this, beyond this? beyond this,
I can't relate. (elaborate)