Finish washing clothes, pack a bag for tonight, get to the post office to pick up my new Kindle, make sure my son has everything he needs for while I’ll be gone, kiss and hug him, kiss and hug him some more, drive to my cousin’s, commence girl time.
Seems simple enough, really. But I seem to be having an anxiety attack instead. I’m cold inside.
Help me, define the light that’s shining on me
to get back what they’ve taken from me
and build a little fire where it’s cold
Show me, the path that leads to all the glory
the words that tell a sacred story
and build a little fire where its cold
I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
I want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouth
cuz all the money I waste, is it a manner of taste
I want a piece of the world and you can’t make me spit it out
Partial lyrics from I Wanna Live In a Dream In My (Record Machine)