red-eye

I've gotta get out of here, I can't escape my past here

I've had the same conversation every lunch for weeks

We feel so good to be anonymously alive

I won't say yes all the time, I have nicknames to try

When they notice I'm gone, I'm already watching romcoms

And drinking those tiny complimentary wines

I might just find myself on that red-eye

At Café Gratitude, rubbing shoulders with Hollywood

I'll be fuelled by superfoods and menthol cigarettes

And in the diner, when she asks if I'm American

I'll double down on my accent, then she'll say she's Irish too

It's quite a common claim, it's not quite the same thing

I'll be so homesick, then I'll need to call my friends

I might just find myself on that red-eye

Or in the city of traffic jams and rich, rich sycophants

Please don't go

Please don't go

Please don't go

Please don't go

Please don't go

It's how you, you look at me

That's how I know (please don't go)

It's how you, you look at me

That's how I know (please don't go)

It's how you, you look at me

That's how I know (please don't go)

It's how you, you look at me

I'm coming home (please don't go)

It's how you, you look at me

That's how I know (please don't go)

It's how you, you look at me

That's how I know (please don't go)

I've gotta get out of here, I can't escape my past here

I have the same conversation every-