I'm easy
I'm easy to please
Easily amused
But I'm working hard at getting you back
I'm easy
I don't ask for much
Don't demand or intrude
But I refuse to let you walk out without a fight

I've made fruitless attempts to impose my own will
Represented the vile, reprehensible, yet still
I'm reminded of ideas and images of ill-fated love
Summoned archaic symbols, mythological beasts
Felt the crippling hunger,
Stayed in bed for a week
I thought of killing you slowly,
Still my love for you increased
No, I could never hurt you,
Still, call a priest
Cause lately my pain is the result of my own hand
From the welts on my back,
To my need to understand
How, for some vague simpleton,
You could leave your pastoral man

Now there's a distinct deviation between faith and trust,
But sometimes little separation
Between loving and lust
And while we once had it all,
The latter went bust
(At least for one of us)
So, you cut it all down like dead branches from a tree
'Til ugly and bare, you chopped down the whole thing
And the stump that remained,
You turned it into a seat
Now we may never be more than two bodiless feet
But, I wanna grow legs again
Tongues in our mouths
Hair on our skin
Well I may seem difficult,
But if you let me back in,
You'll see

I'm easy
I'm easy to please