A distant motorcade & suddenly there's joy,
the snow & tickertape blurs all my senses numb.
Its like the finishing line where everything just ends,
the crack of radios seems close enough to touch.

keep all these nice figures to yourself, i'm not taking any at all. benefits you gain, after all that seems like your trademark. i'm afraid i may not trust anymore, now its all because of you. since there's another who could make it up to you, i don't see a need for me to be here. headlights before me, so beautiful so clear. reach out & take it cos i'm so tired of all this fear.

let it burn,