Getting carried away with a metaphor

I think I talk to much. My mouth doesn't even run away with me-- it runs away from me.

Pulls itself off of my face and takes off, bolting as quickly as possible, leaving me to chase after it.

"HEY WAIT UP!! COME BACK HERE!!!" But rational-thinking Alexis-body can't say that without her mouth which has up and took off, spewing words and sounds and giggles every which way.

Instead, I'm left to chase after my mouth until it tires itself out or backs itself up into a corner where I finally catch it and shove it back on my face.

In just enough time to securely insert my own foot.

Ah, the cleverness of me.