at last you can t ignore the taste of skin it s so intoxicating it s liberating you move right through the door into my bed it s like this seat was empty our pockets empty bring forth this cataclysm wash away my temporary tunnel vision these cigarettes are coffin nails and still i smoke them like they re healthy or not we were young and in love we don t have to explain let the world pass by it ll die anyway at last you can t ignore the cost of living you re incorporated for information and the elevator door it only opens once it s like i m crazy but they re all crazy you ve all this superstition all these ghosts and ghouls outside your window they re near the head now our silhouettes are getting close i close my eyes to stop the staring but no one s staring clothes come off and hit the floor at last you can t ignore 1