I can feel your beat

Enough has been ruined for me. I know that I deliberately destroy what i have for the beauty of tragedy. I lust the role of the tragic heroine, some sort of Iphigenic character to fulfil my attaction to the hapless one, bound up on the masts of circumstance.

Huh. Charming.

Well, time to start making some movement.
Get out of my head, and into my car.
I want this.