The Flight: Lincoln To Minneapolis lyrics

No joke took a breath and then awoke

I was standing in an airport looking like a joke

Saying "Sir, can you help me?"

"Ma'am could you please?"

So they led me to the pay phone

Flaggin' down the police

"Mr. Officer I know who I am

But the rest of me, my memory

I just don't understand

I do know that I'm unsafe

Man with a plan of gettin' on a plane

Fly away to kill a man"

Like a freight train threat to myself

I gotta history of blackouts

Bad mental health, so

Both cops each arm alarm

No harm disarm

Pat down do the body check

Next thing I was walking on the airfield

Back seat I was headed to the hospital

I’m sorry for the drama that I bring

Through the screen he said

"Son you did the right thing"

[Chorus:]

Please help me understand

Why you can't talk man to man

But you can stand with your dick in your hand

You're acting like a pussy, man

Please help me understand

Why you can't talk man to man

But you can stand with your dick in your hand

You're acting like a pussy, man

I was faithful to the wifey

Now we separated

Used to try to win her back

I underestimated

Like a stone sinks down into the complicated fact

That you gave that ass up and never fucking dated

See you're better than that

You're a diamond

He's a rough, real tough, man

Call a brother back

Just a pussy with a dick

Stand up and be a fucking man

Hiding from the husband

Scared to make a peep and

Livin' up in Lincoln

Now I'm in the deep end

Think I'm gonna break in

Smash your fucking face in

Cut you up with lemon juice

And watch you try to fuck then

[Chorus]

Is that beat up?

Is that beat up yet?

(Please help me understand)

(Why you can't talk man to man)

Is that beat up?

Is that beat up yet?

I wish that I were man enough

To turn my back and leave

To forget all the tricks you pull

And hide them in my sleeve

I know what's best for table play

I know what's best for me

I know this life is way too short to let you kill a dream

I know you're capable to only love me when I’m there

I know it's hell to keep the peace

Inside your heart and head

But I'm always gone

And what you're left with is my song

You're sick of listening to anything

Turn me off instead

You used to call me cool, believed in what I'd say

Never seen me as a failure or a mother fucking fake

But over time we changed into this little ball of hate

We shared a bedroom

But the bedroom had a bed we never made, so

I'm done with holding this in

I'm done with being a friend

I'd like it all to just end like brand new ink on a pen

No one can stop me

Try to stop me

Just try to stop me

[Chorus x2]