Tokyo

Circling Tokyo Waiting to land Holding pattern thirty stories high Don't wanna stay here But I'll crash anyway Never learned how to come down without burning up on the runway Don't look God, it's a mess A seven-car pileup of every disastrous thing that I've been Crane your neck The aftermath The imprint of my body left Like a hotel patron in your bed A postcard, no return address It's nothing like you said you wanted Nothing like you'll get and You want love This is as close as you're gonna get Not enough Just as much as you think you can live with Hurt 'til it's all gone, baby It's all gone, baby