Backpack - Alex Lahey

You think you’re gonna die at the age of 33

And you say you always end things before you’re in

You make double vision bad decisions, but that’s okay with me

You text me at the wheel, which you really shouldn’t do

And you know I’ll tell you off, even though I do it too

Your disorganised perfection is amiss, okay with me

I know life’s too short to settle down

And you move faster than the world spins 'round

It’s hard for me to put my arms around you

When your backpack’s on

I know that I’m not perfect and you need time alone

But let’s put that aside, 'cause I wanna take you home

You have a flight tomorrow and of course that’s okay with me

I know life’s too short to settle down

And you move faster than the world spins 'round

It’s hard for me to put my arms around you

When your backpack’s on

You’re running out of time to do the things you want

Leave your bags at the door and stay however long

Your accidental existentialism is catching up with me

I know life’s too short to settle down

And you move faster than the world spins 'round

It’s hard for me to put my arms around you

When your backpack’s on