Ellie Goulding - This Love (will be your Downfall) + LYRICS

i'd rather be a bandit, than a lover. lover it is.

I do. I do. I do.

The shared fantasy, no matter the location.

omg. omg.

He whispers.

My heart skips a beat. Then it stops. No air.

I love it when you call me names.

To be human and a little less alone. Bittersweet.

Tease.

Bottom line.

This modern love could break me.

- a slave of love -

When I miss you all wrong, my head twirls. I'm dumbfounded, completely erratic, rash.

You are a rash and everywhere I turn it seems to me that I'm about to crash.

Crash into me? Yes, it keeps popping up, but are we really aware of such a collision.

I'm never sure. Can't even grab myself or him in the tangles of my own imagination and delusion.

Yes, we are all so fond of our small hopes and dreams that we decide to pick them all to small pieces and try then reassemble them over and over again, until there's only fiction left. And then the recognition that, in fact, it's the fractions of truth that should not be lost. That, if you decide not to lose your mind. My highs and lows are dancing, they twist and turn and leave me no air to breathe. Questions that don't have answers and all there is left are the exclamation marks, which are pointless and overwhelming.

I can't find my peace. I can't find any peace.

Remember the dreams I had? You were never there before, because reality seemed to be a better place for every inch of you. But reality can't contain anyone, not even you. But to trap you in my dreams, it seems cruel. No, I don't feel sorry for you, and yes, I'm selfish, just like you. So yes, I want to trap you, but not to harm myself with you, you've done that enough, and I have to learn. I need to.

Do you dream? You don't allow yourself to remember, because then you would actually have to care and that is exactly what you wish to push away. Does it work? On the surface.

You still come back, I pull you, and there's resistance, that eventually turns out to be weak and futile.

I know where I wished our train would take us. But it left. We stepped off so many times, we could never catch it again. So it must be wandering somewhere, nothing is sure. Only one thing, the thing I'm terrified to admit. We don't care, but we never tried together. So we were never together.

What confounds me is, how I couldn't let go. Why there were always ways to drop back, fall into the same pattern which never fails to surprise me.

You always played it cool, which drove me mad with anger, anguish, you name it, you controlled it.

To erase you.

Expiration dates.

I hope you are worth the trouble.

asofterworld

I miss you all wrong

left wing - right wing

The right side of my brain told me that the right thing to do was to delete it.

But I left it.

sweet crazy red wine

Undone in unrecognizable ways, I was swallowed. Acting my ass off? To others perhaps, not as planned.

Two can play at this game and it comes with risks.

Someone has to be a loser and then get back up again to make sure to come out the winner later.

The rule is there are no rules.

And only two can play at this game

It has its privileges.

sweet february

It's about time spent waiting...

huliganii

"De ce ai spus huligan?"

"Nu e nicio insultă, nu te teme. Cuvântul acesta e frumos. Şi cuprinde foarte multe lucruri. Există un singur debut fertil în viată: experienţa huliganică. Să nu respecţi nimic, să nu crezi decât în tine, în tinereţea ta, în biologia ta, dacă vrei... Cine nu debutează aşa, faţă de el însuşi sau faţă de lume - nu va crea nimic, va rămâne sterp, timorat, copleşit de adevăruri. Să poţi uita adevărurile, să ai atâta viaţă în tine încât adevărurile să nu te poată pătrunde, nici intimida - iată vocaţia de huligan..."

tangled

Self-denial is easy, comfortable, and sometimes it's a bitch.

I could never shake off the thought that nothing goes unacknowledged - our choices and decisions, actually, anything we decide to act upon has a way of following some wicked trail we leave behind. I never really tried to hide my trails, too much worry, too much risk.

How did it come to this?

Strike #1, strike #2, strike #3... how many will there be? Is there any point in weighing the significance of what is already in the back of your mind, it's only a matter of time until it materializes itself - most often in a grotesque form I choose to criticize and repent.

I'm no one. So when do I leave? There's no fat lady, no dreamboat, no end of the story. I'm the only hero of the story and no, I don't need to be saved.

Change, just change.

she's back

It's exhilarating to feel within sight and sound of the sea.

Emotions flourish and my senses are heightened.

The abyss of our acute sentimental trials are proof of our secret and undeniable depths.

Depths and debts.

What can you possibly owe Me...?

How can I possibly ask anything of you...?

The big blue... The strangest tides I could think of. Because they are the farthest or the most unlikely scenery.

Somewhere on the soft sandstone cliffs above Minismere. It's a place where vast pieces of cliffs keep falling away and by doing so, they bring the abyss nearer to the door.

A simple parallel.

Lest you come prepared. As you should, who am I to ignore your dares?