Bruised
Album: Everything in Transit
Release Date: 8/23/05
Label: WEA
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
And we spent four days on an island
At your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell
Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
And don't fly fast
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady
'Cause every inch you see is bruised
I lace my Chucks
I take my pills
All I hear is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
Now
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing through the in-flight radio and I
And I am
Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
Don't fly fast
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady
'Cause every inch you see is bruised
So read your books but stay out late
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
Each night 'cause your place isn't far
And hours pass
And hours pass
Yeah
That I am not there
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
And don't fly fast
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady
'Cause every inch you see is bruised
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