Monatomic oxygen will eat you
And remove your lipstick

It carves through carbon like anything
It could not be more aggressive

Hey, I’ll combine your clothes with oxygen
And rust you up good

Your black, black eyes are channel carbon
Scraped from the inside of chimneys, so

Go on a date to a club that has bad lighting
Smoke a tight dress and plunging neckline

I am being born in the cigarette glow and the
Dull rasp of a badly tuned radio, dancing vaguely

I’ll wait for you downstairs, or in the bathroom
I’ll enter first, you bide your time and smell ozone

We’ll be safe as milk, no worries for us, somehow,
While racing age and various impending cancers