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Teach Me to Be with You
And I’ll Never Go Away
Teach Me to Be with You
I can suffer the agony, dear Asha, as long as you can coach me through the nights when I don’t have you.
Your admirers rotate like the earth, but I stay the same like a consumer of finer things, never caring for the slippery slope of the cheap deal.
I’m no feminist, that’s for sure, but you don’t care about things like that.
I played the uncaring bachelor in my youth, my face full of beauties like you wouldn’t believe.
Today we try to do no harm, just wanting to wrap each other up in tender embraces.
The presidency is filled with nothing but hate and the last time I checked, they were making preparation for another wave.
Just cast me into exile, my love, if it means I can’t have you.
I used to be reckless, but now I attempt to prosper even though there’s milk to spoil in the fridge.
Like the wheat that blows in the wind, I like you raw, so don’t deprive me of your taste.
You stand, sometimes, like marble while I swim like a fish in a tank, searching for an escape from the camp he calls home.
