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