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Jack's Mannequin - Bruised

I’ve got my things, I’m good to go
You met me at the terminal..
Just one more plane ride and it’s done.

We stood like statues at the gate,
vacation’s come and gone too late..
There’s so much sun where I’m from,
I had to give it away… had to give you away

And we spent four days on an island at your family’s old hotel.
Sometimes perfection can be, it can be perfect hell.. perfect…

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised, bruised..
And don’t fly fast … oh pilot can you help me, can you make this last?
This plane is all I got, so keep it steady now,
‘Cause every inch you see is bruised.

I lace my chucks, I walk the aisle.
I take my pills; the babies cry…
All I hear is what’s playing through the in-flight radio.
Now every word of every song I ever heard that made me want to stay, is what’s playing through the in-flight radio.
And I, and I am finally waking up…

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there.
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this, like every inch of me is bruised.. bruised.
Don’t fly fast, oh pilot can you help me, can you make this last?
This plane is all I got, so keep it steady now, ‘cause every inch you see is bruised.

So read your books, but stay out late some nights, some nights…
And don’t think that you can’t stop by the bar.
You haven’t shown your face here since the bad news.
Well I’m here ‘til close, with fingers crossed each night ‘cause your place isn’t far.
And hours pass, and hours pass… yeah yeah.
Yeah yeah…

She still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised.
Bruised.
And don’t fly fast—oh pilot can you help me, can you make this last?
This plane is all I got, so keep it steady now… ‘cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised.

These lyrics are by Jack's Mannequin, from Bruised. Posted at 9:38pm on 11 July 2006.

Comments on Jack's Mannequin - Bruised

  1. KtG

    I love this song, because of the melody, of course. The words are pretty good, also. Of course, the enthusiasm of Jack’s Mannequin when they play this song.

    Your web site is pretty and soothing.

    commented Thu 18 Jan 2007, 04:49:06 PM :: link
  2. KtG

    I love this song, because of the melody, of course. The words are pretty good, also. Of course, the enthusiasm of Jack’s Mannequin when they play this song.

    Your web site is pretty and soothing.

    commented Thu 18 Jan 2007, 04:49:06 PM :: link
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