And she wants the easy way out.
And she's thinking of you. And she is thinking of you, as well. Maybe you, too, but not really. She's mostly thinking of the nightmares, and the faces reoccurring in her dreams, and the ones that make her choke and want to cry.
And she wants the easy way out.
And she's missing you. Damn, she is really missing you. Given the song, we might as well use it, she would say to you, "miss the outline of your back, miss you breathing down my neck". And your smell, damn it, your smell, and your touch and your fingers and the feel of your skin under her fingertips. She misses lying in bed with you, laughing with you, she just misses being with you.
And she wants the easy way out.
And she's smoking now, wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and she's alone and quite enjoying it, to tell the truth, but she wants somebody to lie down with her when she goes to sleep. And she wants you, or maybe you. You who is confusing, and challenging, and making her laugh. But also you, who is far far away, who is familiar and secure and makes her smile. But she's all alone.
And she REALLY wants the easy way out.
You will forget about me when I'm on that plane.
