Backpack Life

And I'm speeding over shopping malls
Past Ace Hardware signs
Wondering what would happen if I died
And if I did who would come to my funeral?
Past part time lovers feeling sorry for my shell?
And if they showed, I wonder what they'd see
A mannequin that looks like me?
I'm so goddamn concerned with my legacy
Afraid to be forgotten, disappeared reality

I've barely been back home this month
I'm running from my real life and I hardly give a fuck
Because home is my friend's couches
And I've gotten good at surfing
This is the backpack life sonata
God, I hope somеone is listening

And I am so afraid of the futurе
And I don't want to face it yet

So I will keep on driving
I'll keep wearing dirty clothes
I'll sleep on living room sofas
A life free from repose
And I know my mom is worried
And with probably good cause
This is the backpack life sonata
And I'm too far in to take a pause