You think about that flights like you'd like to get away from me,
And all you were.
And like propellers on a plane,
You're the only thing to move me,
From dying like I was . . . To being what I am.
I'm ashamed to go into detail with you,
Because the times I've tried, I've been, "too imaginative,"
Because, my dreams are nothing I can do.
You're late for your flight that may get you away,
Thinking someday, maybe somewhere, you'll meet a better me.
And I can't believe I'll catch my flight, with you,
(On my back).
I'll just be a late again.
And from dying to being,
I'm living with you in . . . My thoughts forever.
Just like you've always been.
Because I suffocate when I think of you,
And all the things we never got to do.
I'm sorry, if I let you down.
I apologize, I was always around.
I'm sorry for too much . . .
And I got in your way.
Things won't go back to your plane ride again.
My dreams and yours have crashed,
And there's nothing we can do,
To get away from me, from you,
From ourselves . . . "Ourselves?"
No, we never were.
And our flight as been delayed because of me . . .
When all I wanted,
Was to get away from myself . . .
And all we weren't.
