In this mess of ideals
Where you flaunt your alabaster skin
At me and tell me to relax
It will only hurt a little
What better ambiance
Than the company of the moon
Who sinfully directs the movements
Of each and every body
So that we can find ourselves
And be remourseful later
As we clank our wine glasses together
(I had a little too much to drink)
And you get down on one knee
You tell me you love me
Even though you don't really know
What the point of it all is
And you ask me to be your wife
And I can't help but laugh
As I run into the waves
Or yell at the moon
For providing such a day
When I would be forgotten
In all that you had to say