Casual Sex

Oh, I spent nine years getting cooly and casually fucked By a man who was supposed to love all of me But when we went to bed his soul rolled back, rolled back He didn't touch to learn, he didn't look to see I could have been any body I was any — Yeah, it put me off of it Forgive me: Desire should be specific Not this cold compartment But all-encompassing Well my body shut down, my body, she gave up While he ran around making himself just so lonely So I set myself free, but they tell me it's fun To go back to the gaslight I escaped from I won't be any body 'Cause it put me off of it Forgive me: Desire should be specific Not this blunt instrument But wild and mythic But wild Wild Wild I'm not asking for a timeline I don't need a treatise I'm not asking for perfection I'm not looking for Jesus I'm not waiting on rings, hon I don't need your promises I'm just asking: Are you serious? Are you serious? Well, are you? Yeah, it put me off of it Forgive me: Desire should be specific Not this blunt instrument But wild and mythic