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..
This is morning.
That’s when I spend the most time
Thinking ‘bout what I’ve given up.
This is a warning,
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You’re thinking ‘bout what I’ve given up.
Where are you now?
As I’m swimming through the stereo
I’m writing you a symphony of sound.
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again,
This mix could burn a hole in anyone,
But it was you I was thinking of..
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you..
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end..
You could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again
A million miles away,
I would keep myself.
I would find a way..
The year has gone by
From quick to dragging along.
And so much has changed,
We’ve all but switched places.
Nothing has been for the better.
Memories have come to linger,
Feelings revealed by desperation,
Depression come and goes.
Nothing is the same.
It gets lonely when you’re only human.
And I wonder if you even know
How I think of you each day and night, dear..
Cannot sleep without the TV on..
And although I know you’re not mine
I can still need you.
And I hope that you soon find a man
feels the way I do..
Every day seems to start
with my heart, not my head.
Never knew I’d be blue
now I take it as read.
Can’t deny what’s inside,
though I try to forget.
Peace of mind seems to find
other people instead.
Every time..
I’ll be fine..
So a text or a call
isn’t love after all?
What comes next
after falling for fantasy?
