Slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sighnThe air is full of nerves and human cellsnBeside me sits some awkward girl who liesnFell half in love within the airport loungennCaptain says No smoking, if we crash try not to dienFlying some preposterous amount of meters highnThe lavatory has smoke alarms and lukewarm water and I can seenThe clouds outside stretched out to nowhere, ribbed and textured easilynnSo aimless for so long I think I might have lost my waynIt's far too late to talk about tomorrownThese are things I feel and things I think and try to saynStill waiting for the morning, I'm still waiting for todaynnWe'll try to make you see there is no waynAttempts at comprehension always missnShe lays her body down and tries to say, she tries to say, she tries to say:nThere is no answer to a kissnnThese people make me angry, what is your's and what is minenTalk of shopping, pure white noise, abide by every Don't Walk signnDinner at the restaurant so isn't very nicenNineteen dollars and fifty cents for some tasteless chicken and wild ricennSo aimless for so long I think I might have lost my waynIt's far too late to talk about tomorrownThese are things I feel and things I think and try to saynStill waiting for the morning, I'm still waiting for todaynnSo aimless for so long I think I might have lost my waynIt's far too late to talk about tomorrownThese are things I feel and things I think and try to saynStill waiting for the morning, I'm still waiting for today