Free Trade from Agency by Kilikili

On a hillside type of day,
You can take your mind away.
Up and out of that new leather chair.
Watch the sun peek out from 'hind
the clouds that fill your mind.
Take some time to look and find your love is laissez-faire.

It wasn't anything to me,
Why does my neck still have to be
reminding everyone I see what always happens
When I play the victim of my own manipulations
and win a prize to the greatest love gone lost.
Forever subject to a self interrogation,
I'll never look at him the way before the lust.

So why's it gotta be so easy to give to take?
And by the way they look at me,
I'm a queen, I'm a night owl.
I will hunt down any piece of meat I like.

Still it doesn't seem so sleezy,
a win, a way to move the minutes, hours, days
To lose the loss and forget everything
And any bit of peace I mind.

If the want is to consume,
and the need is too confused,
Can the truth have a face to have faced?
No, no, it's not poly-amor,
So what do you give it for
just to run and hide before they find
You're only there to taste?

• Alternative
• female composer
• poetry music
• theatrical jazz
• San Diego