Crashing

You're on a plane

It will never be the same

Now its pounding on my brain

Until I drink a pint of blame

The more session I smoke

The more I'm disconnected

The only thing that makes me feel

Slightly more connected

It might be time to fly away too

In the opposite direction

Forgetting you

I'll stay here and pound five beers

Smoke three joints and disappear

Without a jet plane this is how

I get away staying in town