Out

On the morning I can wake up feeling good to face the day,
It’s the morning I can say that I have finally broken free.
When I want another lover who can heat my body up,
I will know that I can tell my story better than it was.
If I have a little chuckle that’s at someone else’s pain,
I will know that I’m not circling round and round inside my brain.

If I share a little coffee with a friend I barely know,
I can tell my mom I left you and I have someplace to go.
When the sun is coming up and I have yet to go to bed,
It’s because I was out dancing. Now my feet are made of lead.
If you think you can control me ‘cause I loved you for so long,
You can tell that to my backside walking out because you’re wrong.

I’m drying off all the wet behind my ears.
I’m out on the prowl. Fuck the fear.

March 28th, 2007