Last Flight

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lyrics

Last night, I took the last flight back from the Red Eye.
My son was waiting for me.
My wife was waiting for me,
and I was waiting too.
The air cabin pressurizes at 36,000 feet.
In life, sometimes,
it can pressurize on only two.
I started carrying a paper bag with me everywhere that I went.
Sneaking breaths in broom closets.
I was a success
I couldn't let people see my weakness,
My dirty little secret.
I had learned long ago
to let go of complete honesty.
It's so much easier to only let them see me through the oxygen mask.
Until the day I came home
and saw my son drawing and asked,
"What is that?"
He held up a blank sheet of paper and said,
"It's you.
I wanted to remember what you looked like.
Because sometimes I forget."

Breathe In.
Breathe Out.
Breathe In.
Breathe Out.

I'm travelling at almost 600 miles per hour.
But it's only when I'm travelling home
that I feel like I'm going anywhere.
Every time I pack a bag to leave
something dies a little inside of me.
There are no "Good Byes".
That is an oxymoron.
So instead we started saying, "See you soon!"
Which became, "See you later."
Which just became, "see you"
As if we were all afraid
that one day
I would become invisible.
And the one thing
that has become clear to me
is that the reason
this is called a terminal
is because this
is killing me.