Stacked crates by the sliding doors Galleria job in a blue vest Name tag crooked Laces loose Pocket check One tool One pen You pull up in your mom’s old ship Hatch jammed shut with random shit Broken Smoltz and Polaris chairs Say “Help me hide the evidence” (hey!) Landing pad constellations Headlights Thrust lights All in a mess Laying on the cold black pavement Tracing shapes in the fuel and dust You say “That one’s our bad decision” I say “That one’s the ship we missed” Landing pad constellations Somehow this feels like the center of it Pad’s full And engines still hum Raft smokes by the loading dock We clocked out thirty minutes back Hanging on like it’s holiday You draw planets on my wrist Blue ink smears You don’t care “Promise you’ll remember this When you finally get out of here” Landing pad constellations Headlights Thrust lights All in a mess Laying on the cold black pavement Tracing shapes in the fuel and dust You say “That one’s our bad decision” I say “That one’s the ship we missed” Landing pad constellations Somehow this feels like the center of it Someday we’ll laugh at these uniforms At counting credits in the break room But right now the whole wide world Shrinks down to this painted tomb Landing pad constellations Headlights Thrust lights All in a mess Laying on the cold black pavement Holding on like we can’t be touched You say “That one’s my exit ramp” I say “That one’s your future kid” (oh yeah) Landing pad constellations Pinning down the night for a little bit
