It all slipped away, right from underneath my nose
Three months later and I don't think I'm flying home
And I'm still out here just waiting for a hint to know
I'm standing outside just looking for a sign to go
To go
I found a stack of old pictures that you used to paint
I should've thrown them out by now but I can't
The colors bright, the memories feel so nice, and I hate it
Shitty nights, waiting for some advice, and I don't get it
No I don't get it
Missing flights and sweaty nights with bad dreams
It's recurring and I don't know what it means
What it means
It all slipped away, right from underneath my nose