Jets to Carolina, just to see the sunrise, 4 A.M. As busy as it was, O’hare has never seemed so lonely. I have to get away, to save me from these city talks of you, so I can feel better. I’m not a frequent flyer but he frequents your apartment and it kills me. My darling queen, your majesty, you take my breath away. But I would be a fool to keep rolling out the crimson carpet inviting you to deceive me. And I tried so hard, but you don’t even notice me. I hope your boy is treating you well. Theres no plane to take me far enough to escape these thoughts, because no matter what I’ll just be next in line. I will always be next in line. Jets to Carolina, at least it will be warm there. And dying for a chance to finally feel because as of late I’m numb to all your actions. I’ll be praying for you with false hopes that you’ll just reconcider and call me home. But for now I’ll be with Carolina because she gets me through those cold Chicago nights.