Jack's Mannequin

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