It was good while it lasted, although I forget.

I was instantly wasted whenever we met.

Summer, sleeping by the ocean,

Touching, fucking in a dream.

Taking. I swallow as much as I can.

I thought I saw the gleam of

Pleasure. Pleasure is a distant memory.

Pleasure is a place for them to be

With the ones they love.

Pleasure, pleasure is a sick philosophy.

Pleasure was a war for you and me

When we cared enough to fight.

Take a seat at the table. Get into the bed.

Eat as much as you're able whenever you're fed.

Feel the touch of a stranger. There's plenty to fear.

It will come to an end now. There's nobody here.

Laughing, cracking up at nothing.

A party, and everybody went,

Begging, "Give me whatever you've got.

I thought I caught the scent of

Pleasure." Pleasure was a hundred stops ago.

Pleasure is a thing you're taught to know

And obsess about.

Pleasure. Pleasure is a thing from history.

Pleasure is a show you pay to see

Then go out into the light.

There ought to be laws so we

Could regulate ecstasy.

We could be happy all the time without

Pleasure. Pleasure is a trap they set for me.

Pleasure's never what it seems to be,

Then it dissipates.

Pleasure, pleasure is a distant memory,

Pleasure that I'm chasing endlessly

Like it waits for me tonight.