Why are your clothes scattered on the garden, when the taxi is waiting?nWhy are your eyes dark-hooded and forlorn?nTheir light is diminished, a jade so rare fading jaded.nnHow can you call yourself an actress, when you cannot get your act together?nHow can you say you know tragedy, when you are yet to meet her?nYou 'll drive all night but won't get there.nWith vim, determined just to suffer...because everyone loves a breakdown.nnEveryone loves a breakdown...Go easier on me.nnSulpher, burning amber, driving under golden twilight.nRising, sleeping, walking, never waking, fast asleep.nBathing low in shallow streams of consciousness and dreaming.nYou know we ever only want relentless fours and break beats.nnThere's a hung over girl in bed, her head hits relentless fours.nHer heart is an offbeat high hat, the body composes you don't even know it.nnDance to your pulse tonight.nnThe body composes you don't even know it.nnWe only want relentless fours.nn