wham!

Sometimes, I don't know what to think of all of this. When situations come and smack you in the face all at once, it can be overwhelming. I can't think anymore. I try to do Latin, try to read Biology, but I can't help but think about what's happening. My life back home is crumbling and I am not there to save it. I can only sit alone outside, watch my warm breath in short gasps escape my mouth into the cold air, and feel my once hot tears turn cold against my cheek. I am tired of this, so tired...


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 made me wanna stay
Is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
And I
And I am
Finally waking up

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
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
Yeah

So read your books
But stay out late
Some nights
Some nights
And don't think
That you can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here
Since the bad news
Well I'm here till close
With fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isn't far

And hours pass
And hours pass

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
Bruised
Bruised.