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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