Pleased to Meet You - 11/07/10

Hello, Ms. Temptation
I’ve heard your contemplation
Of universal equations
And your lack of motivation
So darling, meet Mr. Devastation
Looking for some great fornication
You two would be such a sensation

Can you feel my bones?
They think they’re all alone
And they think they hear the stars
Screaming, “Girl, you’re going far!”
But I don’t hear anything
Beyond my own muffled screams
From the ripping seams
Of my heart strings

I’ll let the sad songs cry for me
I’ll let the monsters kill for me
I’ll let the movies live for me
But I’m won’t let a thing save me

Let me lay it on the level
I am so pleased to meet you, Devil
Did you get my message?
Won’t you rescue me from Heaven?
Ms. Temptation took me whole
So I’m willing to sell you my soul
It’s no longer such a toll
Just get me out of this perfect role

After Mr. Devastation’s tricking
I find I’m lacking the conviction
To change the path I’m tipping
From his terrible predication
It’s a sticky situation
But it’s killing Miss Perfection
So I guess I’m in the right direction

Can you feel my bones?
They think they’re all alone
And they think they hear the stars
Screaming, “Girl, you’re going far!”
But I don’t hear anything
Beyond my own muffled screams
From the ripping seams
Of my heart strings

I can come so high, just fall so low
On a winning streak, up to a deathly blow
And so the story goes, as everybody knows
There’s no room for girls walking on tiptoes

Old Mr. Sleep is overrated
And almost close to jaded
Compared to the my amazing
Mr. Copulation
Keep me up all night
With your own source of light
Insomnia is quite alright

Even when sore and tired
Almost expired
From days and days
Of deprivation and haze
I’d still marry Ms. Temptation
To the terrible Mr. Devastation

You see, Newton got it all wrong
His equations don't work beyond
His own realm of thought
And I can see it won’t be long
Until out new math is proven wrong
And a new mistake is wrought

Can you feel my bones?
They think they’re all alone
And they think they hear the stars
Screaming, “Girl, you’re going far!”
But I don’t hear anything
Beyond my own muffled screams
From the ripping seams
Of my heart strings