Song: Tossed

Been around and burned origami
Blew up the table lamp eyes
Burned-sparked
And the dreams were interpreted, but not useful.
Drunk tango in the night in the apartment,
Calls out of nowhere and kiwi in uniform.
All burned dialogues and nervously laughed.
Just a little tired.
And sex, like a postcard
And rave, like a medicine,
And candles lit this crazy bitch.
Melody became, iPods which settled played....