morning after

i am hot mess today. it happens. last night was a really fun photoshoot in the city and so a lot of fun ensued. and then a whole bunch of fun things later, and 1 morning after, i was sitting in my car praising mr. white YET AGAIN, for saying it best in "i'm bound to pack it up" :



i've thought about it for a while
and i've thought about the many miles
but i think it's time that i'm going away

the feelings that you've had for me
have gone away, it's plain to see
and it looks to me that your pulling away

i'm gonna pick it up
i'm gonna pick it up today
i'm bound to pack it up
i'm bound to pack it up and go away

i find it hard to say to you
that this is what i have to do
but there is no way that i'm gonna stay

there's so many things you need to know
and i want to tell you before i go
but its hard to think of just what to say

i'm gonna pick it up
i'm gonna pick it up today
i'm bound to pack it up
i'm bound to pack it up and go away

i'm sorry to leave you all alone
you're sitting silent by the phone
but we've always known there would come a day

the bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people ride on it
i guess i'm just another running away

i'm gonna pick it up
i'm gonna pick it up today
i'm bound to pack it up
i'm bound to pack it up and go away

oh yeah-ah-yeah