There are things some people classify as pleasures That just before I die I'll have no regrets for having missed Camping and orgies and places on the body I've never kissed But however you define whatever you have in mind We both have a need for things we don't need Like belief and relief and pleasure and grief Now I'm sitting here waiting to leave New Year's Eve Nothing good came from MMV But death and destruction and my new resolution To drink more and laugh more and sleep more and dream more