I walk the streets

Of this city alone

And I pretend it's preference

Rather than circumstance

That has me playing "army of one"



I feign an independent streak

Like a son-of-a-bitch

Cuz I don't need nobody

To walk me to the subway

And I don't get scared

Looking for Don Hill's

In the Village after dark



What a great pretender I am

I'd rather go alone anyway

I love riding the bus home

And, no, I don't have a crush on you

(I even convinced my best friend)



I can call my numbness

The precious calm I've always craved

But I made a trade-off with God once

I promised not to kiss that boy

If He'd promise I'd never regret regretting it

If He'd promise I'd be able to withstand the pain



And He told me I never have to regret

Doing what's best for me

And that he'd let me know why it was best

In due time



I got a sampling of that precious calm then

But it took me years

To thank Him for it

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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