tuck me to sleep -

i want to run through the city streets with my beat-up leather boots (they got in a fight with the moccasins... who the fuck knows why) my arms will wave gallantly like they're about to explode i want to sit on the hood of a yellow taxi cab with my eyes squeezed tight shut humming these great 70's songs i heard the other day i want to wear those fucking colossally huge sun-hats that those unbelievably rich women wear to horse races who have nothing better to do with their time then spend their almost-6-feet-under husbands' money and pick fights with each other about one another's wardrobe i want to dance in circles in a lumberjack shirt without getting dizzy i want wavy hair that reaches my hips i want to laugh at the sun i want to sing into the moon light i want to punch the clouds with my ugly arms i want to forget about the bad stuff and be happy all the time like butter cups i want to figure shit out i want to be debonair i want to eat at a great trattoria and order the food in italian i want to live fast i want to live great i want to live monumentally i want to live infinitely i want the desolate in my life to pack it's bags and leave me without explanation i want to sky dive