Life Suddenly Dribbles

I gotta few things already packed and ready to go
I must leave this house early tomorrow, kind of hiding
Running away from what you’d think is home
Again

I think I’ve never stopped running away
Since I first moved out at sixteen
I started seeking, not running
But I still don’t know where to go

The other day I was daydreaming, she said
It was the stupidest thing; we were jumping on my bed
Laughing so hard about nothing, but we seemed very happy
It’s really nothing, I just thought it’d be something funny to say, she said

I’m a collector, a memoirs restless consumer
I want to settle, I can’t wait to settle down
Hopefully this time I will