run mad as much as you like, but beware of fits of fainting . . .
Way too late to be writing, and I should be asleep, but as you see, well . . .
Sometimes the wheels get stuck and your machine won't start, and you end up cursing beside it in the rain. An' that's where I am baby. So maybe I'll thumb a ride and maybe I won't and maybe it'll stop raining tomorrow, and maybe it won't but at any rate I know this mad ride will continue, and right now I just want to sleep it away.
Can I turn my life into a story of which I am the author? Can I please? I have enough imagination to carry it off, I know. Oh, fates, grant me this at least.
Now I'm going off to curse at the stars in Spanish.
Sometimes the wheels get stuck and your machine won't start, and you end up cursing beside it in the rain. An' that's where I am baby. So maybe I'll thumb a ride and maybe I won't and maybe it'll stop raining tomorrow, and maybe it won't but at any rate I know this mad ride will continue, and right now I just want to sleep it away.
Can I turn my life into a story of which I am the author? Can I please? I have enough imagination to carry it off, I know. Oh, fates, grant me this at least.
Now I'm going off to curse at the stars in Spanish.