Plane cabin pressure has squeezed all the happy out of my head
It is too late for this,
You need to be sleeping and getting over your jet lag,
But what seems to be most misunderstood is that my heart has been time zones behind since this began.
My doc martens got lost in packing tape and with them went my hope
I have no one now, all on my own
Broken telephone lines stretched across Atlantic sized tears but they can't see or hear me, and why would they want to?
Those lines were fraying before they ever made it to the telephone, I've had messy communication since the days of soup can to ear, before abbreviation, before miscommunication
Before I turned my whole world upside down
The upside is where the sun is hot and there is a boy who probably would have dumped me anyway
(I'm still working on prying the pieces of my heart out of our relationship's cold dead hands)
Downside is me, downside is suitcase open, hard bed I don't know this town.
Maybe downside can be upside one day, but that's just as likely as my heart growing a brain and figuring out this continental shift.
