Free Fallin'

I just feel a tickle. A tickle? Are you sure it’s not a pain? No it’s just a tickle. Hey look I have office to go to. But I feel a tickle. It might become more than a tickle—maybe you should stay back. “She’s a good girl she loves her Mama, she loves Jesus and America too.”

Ok—it’s more than a tickle. This really hurts. “She’s a good girl, crazy bout Elvis, loves horses and her boyfriend too”. Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable? Will you let me pull the hair off your head?

“And I’m free, free fallin”
“Yeah I’m free, free fallin”.

It’s an escalating pain—I need help! How on earth do people romanticize pain? “It's a long day living in Reseda. There’s a freeway running through the yard..."

Are you sure that’s the date? You picked an inconvenient date—too close for comfort to quarter end targets. “And I’m a bad boy 'cause I don’t even miss her. I’m a bad boy for breaking her heart”

“And I’m free, free fallin” Down, down into more pain. Pain that comes and pain that goes. “Yeah I’m free, free fallin”.

Must I be up for everyone to look at me—whenever and wherever they want to? Any idea what privacy is? May be a little consideration for my dignity? “All the vampires walking through the valley, Move west down Ventura Boulevard.”

You have to have more patience than this. Really? Then why don’t you take this pain? To feel this kind of pain you would just have to take your lower lip and stretch it over your head. Ouch! “And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows. All the good girls are home with broken hearts.”

It’s hurting—this is pain and I want it over with! “And I’m free, free fallin”. It’s a whizzing past me and everything is a blur. Won’t this stop? “And I’m free, free fallin”. Down, down, down…up, up, up.

And up. To a rainbow—I can see a rainbow!

Look, look, have you seen anything as beautiful as this little daughter of yours? Small, so small and pink lips tightly pressed together with the faint eyebrows all furled into a frown. So tiny, so perfect. “I want to glide over Mulholland, I want to write her name in the sky. Gonna free fall out into nothing, Gonna leave this world for a while. And I’m free, free fallin. Yeah I’m free, free fallin”