Same Mistake Twice

This night the city’s overwhelming,
My body tries to tell me I shouldn’t be alone.
I walk in any old direction,
I light a cigarette and wish I had a place to go.

Headphones drown out the city sounds,
and each time I turn around 
the street looks like a video.
I think the world’s like a screen,
but this isn’t MTV and I’ve still got no place to go.

Right now the seasons feel the same,
I think it’s early May or maybe is it January?
I’ve walked this way before I think,
The same shoes and tired feet 
or at least the same confusing feeling.

I swore last time 
I’d never make 
another time 
the same mistake.

~ 1999/2000