Greg Laswell

I'm all packed up now
Early in the morning I'll take my leave
I'll bring your words along with me
Maybe one day they will mean something
For now they buzz and crumble down a little bit too easily
From a time that I am not quite over
What the hell is wrong with me
I might be gone a little while
I guess we'll see
I gotta make a home outta somewhere and you're all over this city
And it'll take a flight to figure out where I'm gonna finally land
And the time it takes for me get there I'll be one to start again
But I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running
Running away from the only thing I want