Bicycle

You may come anytime you want
But you can also go to hell
You may leave the light on for me
Or choose to change the lock instead

I could give you my keys
Or I could move to another planet
We may share the same bed
Or I’d rather sleep in the gutter

We could grow old together and all that crap
It could be so romantic or a nightmare
We should get married or say goodbye
I could leave or I could die
But to be honest, dear
I don’t mind