Terminal 3
Hook (Brianna Falcone):
I soared, I flew
I put my whole heart over you
And this flight’s, too long
And when I touch down, there’s no more…
Terminal 3/You took everything from me/Expensive flights, 500 dollar plane seats/To go see somone that was always gonna leave/In the hometown that I never see, except in my dreams/Pocketful of fear, fistful of receipts/80 dollar airport tabs, grittin on my teeth/Grippin these shitty drinks sittin’ admist defeat/And wishin the theme I picked was different than the week/12 dollars each day to park in Lot C/IThe city that never gives, and never lets you sleep/400 horns beep, even at 1AM/I’m back with panic attack and a valium/I crush it in my Makers, and I’m shaking at the thought of flight/Scared at the touch I might lose at first sight/When I lift the love of my life up in my arms/Buckled up with these bunched white knuckles on my palms, takin off…
I soared, I flew
I put my whole heart over you
And this flight’s, too long
And when I touch down, there’s no more…
50 total flights, 2 hours each way/50% of the time ends with “please stay”/Heart pacing like 10 times faster now/Breathing like my nervous ass has got asthma now/I’m lettin’ it pass me now/I’m looking at the stewardess/Admist a pool of mixed drinks and prescribed influences/They asking me to move cuz I’m in the wrong seat/I might not make to you Terminal 3/But I dropped love off at you, left love with you/Picked love up from you, let love slip through/And I can’t even get to the flight delays/I was one life away/Just not in the right state/And for every mile I make you were always there ready/Reminding what I left to get where I’m getting/So hold steady, I swear the plane’s is goin’ down/And even if it ain’t I’mma still smash in the ground, singin’…
I soared, I flew
I put my whole heart over you
And this flight’s, too long
And when I touch down, there’s no more…
Midnight drunk drives home, 6 baggage checks/Eyes wide under fluorescence, 8 cigarettes/All bummed from strangers while I’m waitin on the bench/15 minutes on the shuttle, did it get in yet?/Im driving towards the coast, in tears that weren’t mine/Sorry Terminal 3, you’ll never see me cry/You can take my mind, my liver, my lungs, my soul/You can drain my pockets fill my heart and wallet up with holes/You can take it all, but you can’t have that/But just reminders of which I don’t get the past back/It’s a flashback, nostalgia on this curb/I turn, hear my shitty civic pulling up in third/I’m sure that it’s her, but the second that she turns/I accel past you as the taxi cabs swerve/Never see you again/The way I saw it then/I hate you Terminal 3, my old best friend…
I soared, I flew
I put my whole heart over you
And this flight’s, too long
And when I touch down, there’s no more…
I soared, I flew
I put my whole heart over you
And this flight’s, too long
And when I touch down, there’s no more…