Late night, long flight, sleep till we land
Hotel, dead cell, sun bathes the sand

Met you at school, made me your fool
Always were just out of reach

Flying away, trying to make this my day
I’m hung up again on a peach

I try to say what I gotta say
But I’m not through
I try to do what I gotta do
But I’m not over you

Night talk, sleep walk, most of my life
 [bad word] bold, [bad word] told, think you’re my wife

Out on the shore, telling you more
Than I ever thought you should know
 [bad word] obsessed, but you’re not impressed
So maybe it’s best if I go

 [bad word] 

I’m not a child, I’m not a child now
My thoughts are changing
Bit me twice
Not shy but rearranging
All of my hopes
Say it’s just hoes
Can’t touch my feelings
But that ain’t [bad word] 
Or I’d be past you