Backpack

You think you're gonna die at the age of 33 And you say you always end things before you're in You make double vision bad decisions, but that's okay with me You text me at the wheel, which you really shouldn't do And you know I'll tell you off, even though I do it too Your disorganized perfectionism is so okay with me I know life's too short to settle down And you move faster than the world spins 'round It's hard for me to put my arms around you When your backpack's on I know that I'm not perfect and you need time alone But let's put that aside, 'cause I wanna take you home You have a flight tomorrow and of course that's okay with me I know life's too short to settle down And you move faster than the world spins 'round It's hard for me to put my arms around you When your backpack's on You're running out of time to do the things you want Leave your bags at the door and stay however long Your accidental existentialism is catching up with me I know life's too short to settle down And you move faster than the world spins 'round It's hard for me to put my arms around you When your backpack's on