"L.E.S. Artistes" by Santigold

I cannot believe I'm nearly in my 4th month of living on my own in NYC.  I think this move was the smartest thing I could do for myself.  From exploring the Metropolitan Museum of Art, to feeding ducks at Central Park, to finding a secret passage way in Brooklyn, to dancing in an abandoned warehouse, to crying on a subway, to jumping up and down on rooftops... New York has added its own touches to my character.

I've definitely built some character.  Calvin's dad would be proud.

That being said, sometimes I march to work to this little anthem.  This is the song of myself, a step closer to what New York is making me to be, a stitch closer to a recovering broken heart.  This is where I am right now.

What am I here for?
I left my home to disappear is all
I'm here for myself
Not to know you, I don't need no one else
Dear Good Friend

Dear Good Friend

Love doesn't let go, We do

Love doesn't let go, We do