Wednesday, January 27, 2010

home so early

Just this morning
The sky went black
Without warning
The slipping slack
Practice makes perfect
For something that I lack
Not worth the worry
I’m not going back

Home so early
Bags already packed
I’m not ready
To turn my back
I can read your lips
Caught in the trap
You can see my tricks
Fall through the cracks

Home so early
Bags already packed
I’m not ready
To turn my back

You thought you had me
When you trailed the tracks
Though I’m not ready
To turn my back

© 2010 by Matt Bonham

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