Backsliding from Holding Pattern by Hannah Cameron

Sitting at the bar,
On your bed,
In your car,
Haven’t moved very far.

What is there to say,
Did I think you would change?
That this might go another way?

I wanna teach a lesson,
I don’t want to learn.
I wanna start a fire,
Just to feel the burn.

Standing at your door,
I’m in your way,
But you’re not sure
What it is you’re leaving for.

What is there to say,
Did I think you would stay?
That this might go another way?

You wanna be the teacher?
Be prepared to learn.
You wanna start a fire?
Be prepared to burn.

You wanna know the answers?
Gotta face the facts.
You wanna make a mint,
You gotta pay the tax.

• Folk
• Melbourne