Tate - Airplane Trauma Lyrics

This unrequited love
Is taking its toll
With children's little heads
You plant their blood in the molds
I saw you there
The face we shared
I know you care
A little
A little
Changing faces
In worn out places
I'm not a stranger
To this cruel danger
I hope you know
This way I roll
Is your own gold
It's your own gold
Time has not been kind to me
I'll spin the chains and set you free
(Watch you go)
But you're running 'round the fence again
Keep going to the end you said
And I'm writing all these stupid things
Feel love again, feel shatter-free
But if this is what you want for me
Then this is where the summer flees
Summer flees
Baggage fees
Airplane trauma got me feelin'
Summer flees
Baggage fees
Airplane trauma got me feelin'
When I look out that window
Are you still there
When I look out that window
Are you not scared
I feel it on the phone
And I'm just wanting home
To drown in my mistakes
To try and make you pay
You fuck with me again
Meds straight to the head
I'll be here in the pour
Wishing this was more
Airplanes in my bed
Trauma at the store
When I find out
When I find out
When I find out
I'm so sick and tired of these fakes
Fuckin fakes
I'm so sick and tired of your face
Of your face
Of your f-

This unrequited love
Is taking its toll
With children's little heads
You plant their blood in the molds
I saw you there
The face we shared
I know you care
A little
A little
Changing faces
In worn out places
I'm not a stranger
To this cruel danger
I hope you know
This way I roll
Is your own gold
It's your own gold
Time has not been kind to me
I'll spin the chains and set you free
(Watch you go)
But you're running 'round the fence again
Keep going to the end you said
And I'm writing all these stupid things
Feel love again, feel shatter-free
But if this is what you want for me
Then this is where the summer flees
Summer flees
Baggage fees
Airplane trauma got me feelin'
Summer flees
Baggage fees
Airplane trauma got me feelin'
When I look out that window
Are you still there
When I look out that window
Are you not scared
I feel it on the phone
And I'm just wanting home
To drown in my mistakes
To try and make you pay
You fuck with me again
Meds straight to the head
I'll be here in the pour
Wishing this was more
Airplanes in my bed
Trauma at the store
When I find out
When I find out
When I find out
I'm so sick and tired of these fakes
Fuckin fakes
I'm so sick and tired of your face
Of your face
Of your f-