London Heathrow

So let's take this slow,

as if I should even be one to talk.

Constantly moving on all my luck.

So fast, like a rabbit, then getting stuck.

I cannot give up.

In a briar patch I knew I would meet you

but I'm stopped, not sure it's entirely true.

Deja vu of people that I knew already

and what I did to them…this is getting heavy,

and spinning me places that I wish I deserved to be.

I have to block it before my intuition deceives me.

I rocket back to the earth like an alien

looking for blue-planet rays to become human.

I have a gift that tells of every curse,

so make a move for the exit.

But your laugh shakes me up and it makes me clean

between an XM pop-rock takeover queen and

an old friend who left a spell,

lifted every curse,

and made a move from the entrance.

So I'll get nervous one more time,

watching hands （not mine） shaking 'maybe' signs,

tying hair with a flare that's ready

to fly aboard civilian crimes.

They're knife-cutting all the lines.

I don't at all care why.

I'm staring like I've got a better idea.

I saw you scrambling numbers and

highlighting fluorescent wit

with a study pen on airline standby trends.

Believe me, I see things.

Not crazy.

I've come clean, not wasting.

Not lazy, done chasing.

I knew you would be there but I couldn't believe it.

My friends know I'm out there to speak truths and take dares.

A-B （row） 52, and it's 30 degrees.

I'm making sense with this movie

on the back of the seat on the port-side of this ride.