Ive got my things, Im good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and its done

We stood like statues at the gate
Vacations come and gone too late
Theres so much sun where Im from
I had to give it away, had to give you away

And we spent four days on an
Island at your familys 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 didnt mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And dont 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 whats playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is whats 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 didnt mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Dont 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 dont think
That you cant stop by the bar
You havent shown your face here since the bad news
Well Im here till close, with fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isnt far

And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah...

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didnt mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And dont 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