Cat

I'm comin' home - in a few days
I'll pack my clothes and hop that plane
to the Spanish moss, the sparkling lake
But I'll be damned if you ain't -

I'm goin' home in early May
Leavin' you alone in San Jose
and I know things are gonna change
But I'll be damned if you ain't

keepin' me awake like the night of 4/20 -
we stone cold sober, you can't quit touchin' -
I'm a beat, I'm a track; your hands keep runnin'
The snare too tight but the kick keep comin'
What gets me - somethin bout the way you take sound in,
something so deliciously deliberate about it:
way you think and speak, way you kiss; tell me how it is
you readin' things about me I ain't ever written down? -
I think I'm blue sky drowning; I don't really wanna breathe
any kind of cloud in - your touch be pure sunbeams
I open up underneath - I'm bloomin', I'm blushin'
at that blue-eyed power, 100% Russian -
makes me weak -
understandably,
I got your spot saved in case you don't forget about me -
I'm in your kiss, steeped in bliss I can't keep
Takin' notes on the love I must leave.

Honeysuckle, old oak trees;
flowers tiltin' on the breeze:
lovely lives they all must lead
but if I could be absolutely anything,

I would like to be your cat:
Stick me by the window and I'll be happy
with the sun fallin' on my back,
tellin' me I look good catching all the rats and the melodies.
I would like to be your cat:
If you wanna save me a place on your lap, I'll be curlin' up
there, and you can give a little scratch -
dozing in the moonlight, purring out words; no worries.