I ve got my things, I m good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride 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
And we spent four days on an
Island at your family s old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect...
Hours pass, and she still counts 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 me?
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