Tonight would be a great night to commit a crime.
The fog is so thick, it has stopped being fog, altogether.
I see nothing through the car windows
But sparkly water molecules in the headlights.
Poor it on. Poor it on.
We are on a fog-coated sea,
No longer a fog-covered road.
You'll push me. You'll push me overboard.
The day was nice downtown, but here
The rivers just keep on going until they connect
To new waterroads with houses to pass
And streetlights that make fog thicker.
Until we all come, all come down like virga.
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