Can I just have one thing, one private thing that’s only for me.
Can I have one friend who you don’t text or call, one bar where you won’t go.
Can I attend a party on my own, in a shirt that you don’t know I own.
Can I have one note written on a scrap of yellow paper that you won’t read or place neatly on top of my dresser but will ignore and let me loose and then forget completely.
Can I go to that party by myself in my new shirt and just not let you know.