I’m not as crazy as I used to be.
Some of my devils upped and left me free.
To find a quiet space.
I’m not as out of place.
I’m not as lonely as I was before.
I don’t go in ‘less there’s an open door to leave by.
I’m starting to believe my own existence has a right to be.
I’m Coming Home Again
Dusty Springfield (1979), Living Without Your Love