No Backpack - Intellectual

[Verse]

No backpack on, you swing the front door open

Your leather jacket on with the angled zipper

I have a love for you, the kind that burns too quickly

The kind that fills the margins up

But I don't wanna run with you

I don't wanna run with you

When there's someone you're devoted to

You're always living with a trap door under you

I could pack my life into the Honda

Leave you upstairs

And drive by the moon

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

But I don't wanna run from you

I don't wanna run from you

When there’s no one you're afraid to lose, you lose

Yeah