No Backpack - Told Slant

No backpack on

You swing the front door open

Your leather jacket on

With the angled zipper

I have a love for you

The kind that burns too quickly

The kind that fills the margins up

But I don’t want to run with you

I don’t want to run with you

When there’s someone you’re devoted to

You’re always living with a trap door under you

I could pack my life into the Honda

Leave you upstairs, and drive by the moon

But I don’t want to run from you

I don’t want to run from you

When there’s no one you’re afraid to lose, you lose