Told Slant No Backpack
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
