I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's doneWe 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 awayAnd we spent four days on an
Island at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfectHours 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 bruisedI 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 want to stay
Is what's playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking upHours 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, yeahSo 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 farAnd hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, 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
A little less bruised
Songwriters
SIGSWORTH, GUY / RANGE, HEIDI / DENNIS, CATHY / BUCHANAN, KEISHA KERREECE FAYEANNE / BUENA, MUTYAPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group