People ask me why I do things alone
Plan a trip across the country out of the blue
I tell them because I want to, but the truth is
I’m working on myself before I find you
Road trips, airports, layovers and subways
A cute coat for a big city, a glittery shoe
I’m wandering all around the country
to make sure I like myself before I meet you
I’ll do yoga, journal, meditate and write
I’ll buy a house and move on my own
I’ll go to lunch and travel with friends, and if they don’t
want to go, then I’ll do these things alone
I’m working on myself before I find you
I need to make sure I’m good company
I don’t mind standing on my own two feet
before I find someone else to accompany
I’ll park a few block away
from a bookstore in the rain
I’ll people watch on the street
and I’ll wonder about their pain
I’ll spend hours picking out what I want
Thumb through the stacks, getting a feel for what I like
I think books are like relationships
In that no two are ever alike
I’m working on myself before I meet you
Let the rain drops hit my skin before I go inside
I don’t need an umbrella, I don’t run from the bad things in life
I want to feel this and I don’t want to hide
I’m making sure I like myself
I’m cautious of who I trust
I need deep conversations – philosophy, arts, and science
And if I don’t find that, then I need to adjust
I’m working on finding myself before I find you
My patience, my shopping, my sense of wonder
I know you’re out there somewhere – to talk to, lean on
and make love to under the thunder
Rain drops on the roof
Melodic and peaceful
I’ll be able to hear you breathing
Rhythmic and beautiful
I’m working on finding this
But I have to like myself first
My kind of love is instant and pure
and love shouldn’t feel like it’s rehearsed
I’m working on myself
before I meet you
In hopes that someday
Someone will love me, too
Love is patient, love is kind
It does not envy, it does not boast
The kind of love that’s in the Bible
Is what I want the most
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