| I have a full gas tank, the whole day laid out
in front of me. It's sunny, clear, a perfect 60o out. This song comes
on the radio, my eyes tear up and I need to
shake my head. 'Take these shackles off
my feet so I can dance...' Stop it, Jane.
You can go anywhere you want right now. Pour
your rage into the gas pedal and drive away. You
can leave everything behind, don't look back. Except
for yourself; you can never get away from yourself.
'Take these shackles off my feet'
I'm bawling now, pounding the steering wheel with
my puny girl fists. As with all
families, I have fallen easily into my set
role:
I am the joker, the one most likely to
know the offhand fact.
I have the one-liners and
a touch of cynicism.
I'm the one to call when that
word is on the tip of your tongue, I'll find it for
you.
You could call me obnoxious.
You could call me the little sister. You could
call me loved. You could call me and
I'd come running, anything to get away.
'Take these shackles off my feet
so I can dance.'
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