Bonfire

Toss me right into the bonfire like I'm an old moon
I want the Academy to remember me soon

Lately I've been pessimistic, what else is there to be?
I want to slide open that sliding door

And sink
Into the sea
Of jackets and coats piled high on the bed
Where no one will find you and me

And lie
To everyone
And say we're just friends but when they turn away
We'll be touching our pinkies again

If you were a violin and I was a bassoon
We'd make a bad orchestra but a good band
We could charge just for watching us tune

And fade
Into the fog
Of confectioner's sugar we're sharing
To follow along with the chefs on TV

And die
It might not be that bad, just think about it
We could travel for free to Norway or nowhere at all
We don't know what we'll be

It's a toss-up

It's a toss-up



Credits
Writer(s): Oleh Zaychenko
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