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Bruised Lyrics - Everything In Transit - Jack's Mannequin

I've got my things 

I'm good to go 

You met me at the terminal 

Just one more plane ride and it's done 

 

We stood like statues at the gate 

Vacation's come and gone too late 

There's so much sun where I'm from 

I had to give it away, had to give you away 

 

And we spent four days on an island 

At your family's old hotel 

Sometimes perfection can be 

It can be perfect hell, perfect 

 

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes 

That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean 

For it to feel like this 

Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised 

 

And don't fly fast, oh, pilot can you help me? 

Can you make this last? This plane is all I got 

So keep it steady, now 

'Cause every inch you see is bruised 

 

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle 

I take my pills, the babies cry 

All I hear is what's playing through 

The in-flight radio 

 

Now, every word of every song 

I ever heard that made me wanna stay 

Is what's playing through the in-flight radio and I 

And I am, finally waking up 

 

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes 

That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean 

For it to feel like this 

Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised 

 

Don't fly fast, oh, pilot can you help me? 

Can you make this last? This plane is all I got 

So keep it steady, now 

'Cause every inch you see is bruised 

 

So read your books but stay out late 

Some nights, some nights 

And don't think that 

You can't stop by the bar 

 

You haven't shown your face 

Here since the bad news 

Well, I'm here till close, with fingers crossed 

Each night 'cause your place isn't far 

 

And hours pass 

And hours pass, yeah, yeah 

 

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes 

That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean 

For it to feel like this 

Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised 

 

And don't fly fast, oh, pilot can you help me? 

Can you make this last? This plane is all I got 

So keep it steady, now 

'Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised