Destination (feat. Veri)

Am I your destination? Or another stop requested? At the bus shelter freezing off fingers to compose a text message You be surprised by the efforts guys go through to sound clever I got all day to wait for your reply cause my bus ain't on time ever Head nod to the driver, tap my card to pay the fare Backrow passenger, and I got my Favorite window to stare To daydream about how this city breeze might sway through your hair And wonder if the promises we speak are only made of air I'll stand up and offer my seat to fellow riders on occasion Not because I think I'm better or I'm closer to my station Just impatient with the pacing of the braking on the pavement Anticipating your statement, I'm hyperventilating Up and down like buses picking up sidewalk passengers Can I find the right transfer to arrive on your calendar? Commuting to a new beginning, could be wherever This is my stop so I hope we're getting off together I been all around the town but I'm typing to you I been all around the town but I'm typing to you Tappin on the screen, emojis and a meme My fingers always seem to be typing to you Am I your destination? Or just an airport layover? Thoughts fly to you so frequently, I'm hopping state borders From clouds to tarmacs, racking up miles every quarter I fly Economy Minus while slipping through these concourses I understand why you have security stops and lines No shoes, you can precheck me, I got nothing to hide I'm stuck in limbo from weather delays some of the times And the only next connection got me rubbing red eyes I'm at the bar at the terminal, it's hard to stay vertical Penning you a postcard that's a little extra personal Spilling ink blots and bourbon shots, every punctuation purposeful Words are full of wanderlust, it's getting unavoidable Paging overhead it's the last call for spirit: Liquor or the airline? I'm delirious, incoherent I'm sleeping on carry-ons at whichever gate is nearest Jet-lagged and signing off, yours truly, dearest I been all around the world but I'm writing to you I been all around the world but I'm writing to you Pen in my hand, postcard and some stamps My hand getting cramps but I'm writing to you I been all around the town but I'm thinking of you I been all around the world but I'm thinking of you I been all around, been all around I been all around, but I'm thinking of you