I’m on a plane to Cali doing something i’d never thought i’d do
I guess you can say that my head is in the clouds again but this time in the literal sense
Sitting in between a women to my right slaying mimosas saying how excited she is for happy hour at the gaslight, and a gentleman to my left who snuck in a Gatorade bottle that suspiciously smells spiked as he gets more talkative as the flight goes on
And I can say i’m doing just fine
Even if you are still embedded in my heart and in my mind
Like a beautiful scar
