I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane right and it's done..
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away, had to give you away
Hours pass, and she still counds the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh pilot can you help?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
cause every inch you see is bruised
I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna saty
Is what's playing through
the in-flight radio, and I
I am, finally waking up.
I understand this is about a guy and a girl losing each other and moving on but it relates to me losing my family too. I had to pack my things and leave them behind. I've got one plane flight from N.C. to leave them behind and that's exactly what I am doing. IT sucks big time. My mom is going to miss me tons and I know that she's going to miss me a lot and I know I'm going to be feeling bruised on the plane. I need sleep tomorrow I've got lots to do. less then 2 weeks and we're gone. it's scary, very scary.
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