Psa

I like open Open seas and open window panes How your brown eyes open at my name I like the jars I that I don't have to bang On the edge of the table I don't need the struggle And babe I was able To stick around and see What came from you and me Just don't ask me please To open, open my bed And I like complex Long division on the restaurant bill Is just my special kind of skill I like the twenty-six ingredients I'd use to make mole And lemon curd soufflé The night of your birthday I'd rewire your TV From notes in Portuguese But just don't ask me please To re-complexify my bed I don't like your type of enlightenment I know it would be to my detriment 'Cause I already did that experiment Monogamy your dreary word Of straight jackets and chains absurd A caged and captured flightless bird With feathers clipped and songs unheard But disembodied rhapsodies Hide Peter Pan proclivities A spiritual mythology To rise above biology It's not my practice to unlearn The wisdom when my stomach churns My cheeks go flush with aching burn I won't lose it for this concern 'Cause I like freedom Free from nights awake and worrying And free from endless processing Oh I let the sleeping dogs just lie around And wake up without you In mornings of clear blue And baby it's still true That I'll be sad to see That I'm the one to leave But it won't work for me To let your freedom take my bed