i've tripped on mushroom for half a weeknand it all came down to me on the futonnasking myself: how could you run away from me?nhow could you ever run away from me?nand how that precious feeling could have ran away from me?nand i took the L-train to the G-trainnand the G-train to the F-trainnand riding through the reconstructionsnand there was nothing i could think aboutnbut when and how could you run away from menhow could you run away from me?nhow could that precious thing run away from me?ndriving 90 on the BQE and from BQE to FDRnand back to brooklyn againnfrom the place to work to the place i livenback and forth on the bridgenthere was nothing in my headnbut how could you run away from menhow could you run away from me?