Crying On A Suitcase

Boy, don't wait, don't think, don't lock the door behind you

Run and jump into your truck and hit the gas

Nick can admit there have been some days where he's been more athletic than usual on the rugby team. Days were he's won them away and home games because his legs actually catch up to the movies his brain is already making and blitzing past guys half a head bigger than him and smashing into muddy fields by the end of it.

Today, however, all of those records are effectively broken as of 20 minutes ago as well as his heart and his good streak as he's sure a police van is following him as he weaves through cars on the motorway, but he isn't stopping till he gets to where he's going.

Burn some rubber up

Yeah, your time's running out, do it now

He and the car are both on a one-track mind as they hurtle toward Manston International Airport like bats out of hell (a place he might be going soon), streaking down the clearest pathways he knows from joyriding with mates in order to get there as fast as possible.

Take a shortcut, take a back road, take the shoulder to the exit

Skip the parking, screw the ticket, hit the curb and leave it sitting

He almost skids and loses control as he switches lanes once again into the exit for the airport and almost flies through his windshield as he brakes both to stay upright and to make sure he's going down the right road, turns becoming blurs almost as he drives up past the opening that thankfully clear, passes the car park and leaves the car in idle as he falls out and runs with everything he's got, desperate.

Whatever it takes

You gotta get to that gate

Fuck the ticket and everything else that's going to come from him doing that, even if he gets arrested, he won't even care. He needs to get to that plane's gate. Now.

She's (He's) crying on a suitcase, sitting at the airport

Waiting on the airplane 'bout to take her (him) out of here

He can only imagine what he might find. What might happen when he does finally get there and what will transpire. It's almost like all these planes. Up in the air. It scares him to death.

They're gonna call her (his) number, she'll (he'll) sit down by the window

The plane'll leave the runway and fade into a goodbye sky

He can only hope that he's not too late. That he's made it in time and not even a millisecond, a hair, a toenail even, overdue. He can't be. He /won't/ be.

You've gotta run while you've still got time

She's (He'll) crying on a suitcase

He'll never forgive himself for this, he decides as he's frantically driving in between people like a crazy person. If he loses his boyfriend and ironically, the love of his life now, he'll never recover, he'll just disintegrate.

It's his fault they're here right now after all.

Admit it boy, you blew it, really messed it up

You can make excuses if you really wanna lose her (him)

He thought it was just like any other fight they'd had. They always fought over stupid things, like college or people mocking them or what friends said jokingly. They'd been dating for almost a year, so joking and ribbing were expected by now.