The Compulsions of Pleasure and Judgement

One man's trash

Is another girl's treasure

But all I see is fools gold.

Now watch carefully

As I graciously

Eat the words

That will keep you from me.

All you are

A body of lies

Hiding behind a pair of convincing blue eyes.

That first night I packed up my morals

As we rested our laurels

And sweat in tune

To the electric third eye moon

On the dresser of our favorite hotel room.

With our limbs entwined

Boy, did we ever dine

How I only realized

That you'll never be mine!

Do me a favor?

And hold my tongue?

So you may realize

That you've finally won?

Do me a favor?

And hold my breath?

Because I'm hell bent

On a path

Towards the Compulsions of

Pleasure and Judgement.