Lyrics
I live in a flyover state I live in a flyover state I live in a flyover state I watched a plane once, stitching a seam into the ceiling believing that's what leaving looks like: quiet and unrevealing gone before you've placed the sound, before you faked the feeling I showed you the wiring once, the whole bad fuse box of me you called it wonder, called it the one clean thing I let you see I've spent since then trying to remember if I believed you or if I just needed somebody standing in the way, needed you to make the quitting look like it was mine to choose I used to fake the confidence like it was a language class conjugate my worth in future tense and hope it'd pass "I will be enough, I will have been enough" grammar of a man who's never once believed his own bluff And you, you spoke fluent in something I was learning you were the native tongue and I was just returning sunburned, homesick for a home I never had translating love into logistics, into "here's the math" here's the miles, here's the timezone, here's the silence on the phone here's me building runways out of everything you've flown I live in a flyover state I live in a flyover state They keep telling me I don't have the résumé for love like this so I've been rehearsing gratitude in the bathroom mirror practicing the face, practicing the game like it means what it used to mean I live in a flyover state It ain't great, It ain't great where nobody circles back for a second take I'm the town they fly above, the love they flew above too high to hear me, I'm still here, I'm still here, I'm still here I built a whole sky out of everything I couldn't say and I'm still down here pacing the way waving planes away planes away planes away ...okay. I'll stay down here. Someone's got to hold the ground so the rest of you have something to take off from. I'm a garage door still counting the code you used to punch in digits worn down smooth where your thumb used to trust in I'm the screen door swinging soft when nobody's leaving just the hinge doing muscle memory, still grieving I'm a chain-link fence rattling, some dog that got loose never really got loose, just got a longer noose I'm the fly, the over, the state, I'm the flaw I'm the FLYOVER, the FLY, the OVER, the STATE, THE STATE I live in a flyover state I live in a flyover state I live in a flyover state It ain't great, It ain't great where nobody circles back for a second take I'm the town they fly above, the love they flew above too high to hear me, I'm still here, I'm still here, I'm still here and I'm still down here...