August 2002
Don't call me,
I'll call you
Don't ring my phone,
I'm not alone
and I can't speak to you

It's almost December
Remember?
It's that time of year
But I can see crystal clear
The only thing I have to fear
is me

But my focus is 20-20
and I remember all those things you did to me
Even the most painful memories
can become sentimental
inside the mind-mental
trapped in the physical
fighting the spiritual

Nobody's home
I left to be out on my own
because I'm grown
Armed with a cell phone
but if you call,
you'll hear the sound of the tone

I couldn't be committed
so I re-committed
because I like to live it
and be right in the center of it
when heads go spinning

I can't talk because I'm mad
Somebody said something that ain't to be had
My day is worse than the worst you had
You wanted to kick it and we could have
Nobody wanted it that bad

And now
I'm too busy to turn around
and come back
And it's too much trouble to smile back
Please don't stop me
or pause me
because I'll lose my track

On top of that I ain't happy
So don't get all sappy
I'm tired,
so don't nag me

I'm sick too,
can't you see
So please don't pester me
with your wanton beliefs
I have no use for pretty words,
that don't spell relief

Just leave me be
on the corner of Easy Street
where I can get what I need
to stop caring about everything