I had my bags packed with a bottle of gin.
We knew exactly where we would be going,
But that morning you decided to sleep in.
You made my heart sing like a violin
As you whispered in my ear sweet nothings.
I had my bags packed with a bottle of gin.
You asked me to run away. I asked “when?”
“Tomorrow,” you softly spoke, your smile beaming,
But that morning you decided to sleep in
I left my mom a letter written in pen,
Tears on the paper, apologizing.
I had my bags packed with a bottle of gin.
But you had other plans for your five a.m.
Than to be on the road with me, leaving.
That’s the morning you decided to sleep in.
I still remember the scar on your shin
And how much you loved living.
I had my bags packed with a bottle of gin,
But that morning you decided to sleep in.
-Emelye Sneed