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 Suck my asssssssss I'll write you a letter to say goodbye And I will make it long and maybe lie just a little Tell you that I'm doing fine Then I'll send it out and let things be If not for you For me and for the time I've spent Foolishly loving thee But I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running Running away from the only thing I want Yeah, I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running Running away from the one I love The one I love