Just when I got used to you
Being around to talk about nothin
You're packing up like you always do
Once again your 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
Gasaline, 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 everytime I let you go
I don't want to
You're the reason that I hate airplanes
Jet fuel and silver wings
Gasaline, 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
Reading my mind like only you can
Lying there sleeping
I'm watching you breathing
You're the reason that I hate airplanes
Jet fuel and silver wings
Gasaline, 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
