these are my pipes
I made a tone, baked-and done, mastered  
    the laugh,
hears me, and I need a new tone
       for style, for steel
for long, all night long
    sang to wake me, to be
for all the now
for all mymight goes
and all my ties, tied my delicate hands to goodtimes
lands me in bed with you.
burned and crashed us, together.