So what if I do fall, and you choose to be taken with me;
Would I not, with every care, place a cigarette
Between your lips?

Why, I hardly recognise you.

There is a camera in the first drawer
On the right side of the bedroom
As soon as you enter the door,

But, of course,

Let's wait until, amongst our
Nicotine pleasures,
We find the right kind of laugh;
It is a matter of perspective -- do you
See, if I put it to you like that?

It is by laughter
That I would rather be remembered.
Such maudlin things as falls are better
Left far, far alone.