Just when I got used to you
Being around to talk about nothin'
You're packing up like you always do
Once again you're going and I'm coming unglued
I know you don't wanna go
But you got to

You're the reason that I hate airplanes
Jet fuel and silver wings
Gasoline, or anything with wheels
I hate seeing that beat up truck it
Always drives away too soon
Just when I got used to you

The space between is killing me
We're walking on a telephone wire
It's bittersweet, I'm losing sleep
And honestly, baby, I'm getting tired
'Cause every time I let you go
I don't want to

You're the reason that I hate airplanes
Jet fuel and silver wings
Gasoline, or anything with wheels
I hate seeing that beat up truck it
Always drives away too soon
Just when I got used to you

Next to me, holding my hand (holding my hand)
Reading my mind like only you can (only you can)
Lying there sleeping (sleeping)
I'm watching you breathing

You're the reason that I hate airplanes
Jet fuel and silver wings
Gasoline, or anything with wheels
I hate seeing that beat up truck that
Always drives away too soon
Just when I got used to
Just when I got used to you

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Writer(s): Dylan Altman, Mackenzie Porter, Rose Falcon