"Pushed away, I'm pulled toward
A comedown of revolving doors.
Every warning we ignored,
Drifting in from distant shores.
The wind presents a change of course,
A second reckoning of sorts.
We were wasted, waiting for
A comedown of revolving doors
"Fate don't fail me now!
(Oh-oh-oh-oh!)
"And when the days that followed past,
In another mansion built to last,
From our window we could see
Only possibilities,
Down the road and back."
⸺ Emily Haines/Metric; "Speed The Collapse"; Synthetica (2012)
Posted for a friend, who's not feeling on top of her game, and whom I think could really benefit from establishing herself here instead of remaining in the Fartloaf sewer.