At least you observed that I hold onto every word, and I've said this from the start. But no one pays attention 'til it hits home, and it hits hard, and I've said this from the start. (I'm testing the limits of making bad decisions. I know that I'll be okay if I can rid you of my mind). Since when am I afraid to fly? If I were to write you right now, I fear I'd regret it. I'd say something like, "nice to know you, I think you're just fine and sometimes I want to call you late at night". The things you think at 30,000 feet when you're knocked out of your seat into the aisle on your knees. The things you don't say when you wake up next to your best friend, covered in their own vomit. How did I get on this flight? When did I leave myself behind? We're all just looking for ways of more discrete communication. Are you sick of hearing me sing about the places that I've been? I'm making myself sick with the things that I've been thinking, puking on my shoes in the pacific northwest. (I don't pay attention 'til it gets cold and I grow dark). Puking on my shoes in the pacific northwest. Deep dreams of June, and whatever comes next. At least you observed that I hold onto every word, and I've said this from the start. But I don't pay attention 'til it hits home and it hits hard, and I've said this from the start, puking on my shoes in the pacific northwest.