Jet Plane

I'm running my mouth now you're running your hands

My mind is a jet plane with no place to land

Kiss him in the new house throw up when he leaves

Get high on the porch, now I can't feel my teeth

Haven't felt normal in a couple months

Think I left my bra in the back of his truck

(Oh-oh, oh)

I'm not sure what I meant when I broke us up

Pouring over texts, there's no service in this club

(In this club)

So I'll put on your sweater, go to sleep in your house

I hate that we're tethered, you pulled us apart (Apart)

I run out of patience (Patience), you call me a star

No hands when I'm driving, I miss my sweetheart

I've run out of patience

They called me a star

No hands when I'm driving

I miss my sweetheart

Now I'm riding, and I'm thinking of you (Thinking of you)

Now he's falling, and I'm thinking of you (Thinking of you)

Now we're kissing, and I'm picturing you (Picturing you)

We're kissing, and I'm picturing you

Haven't felt normal in a couple months

Think I left my bra in the back of his truck (Back of his truck, back of his truck, yeah)

Oh-oh (On the floor, on the floor, yeah)

I'm not sure what I meant when I broke us up

Pouring over texts, there's no service in this club

(Oh-oh, oh)

And so I'll see you Sunday, I'm rehearsing my lines

After seven years, what did you have in mind?

Bought that place for us, climbed up to the roof and jumped

High on angel dust, yeah, you call that trust?

Now I'm riding, and I'm thinking of you (Now I'm riding)

Now he's falling, and I'm thinking of you (Now I'm thinking)

Now we're kissing, and I'm picturing you

We're kissing, and I'm picturing you

Now I'm riding, and I'm thinking of you

Now he's falling, and I'm thinking of you

Now we're kissing, and I'm picturing you

We're kissing, and I'm picturing you