[Intro] [Ambient pads, slow bass] [Female Vocal, Sassy R&B style] Bags are packed. The Uber’s pulling up in ten. Sitting on the hallway floor, guess we’re here again. The flat is empty — left the furniture, took my life, A dent inside the sofa where you caused me all the strife. Got that Paris fridge magnet, yeah, the one you bought, One lonely blue toothbrush leaving me distraught. I told you, "Come and get your shit," but you left it all behind, You forgot. Or you don't care. Out of sight, out of mind. [Pre-Chorus] [Build up, ticking hi-hats] [Female Vocal, Building tension] I’m flying out. Out of London. Far from the ends. Need a different kind of air, cutting mutual friends. ‘Cause this is your postcode, your local pub on the street, Every junction’s like a nail going straight through my feet. [Chorus] [Beat Drop] [Heavy UK Garage Beat, Powerful Female Vocal] One-way ticket, bought a single, no return! One-way ticket, let the bridges crash and burn! One-way ticket, don’t you wait and don’t you call, I don’t want it, I don’t need it, babe, I’m done with it all. One-way ticket, yeah, I’m tearing up the map, Ain’t no walking back into your toxic little trap. I’m leaving "us", I’m leaving "we" — One-way ticket, yeah, I’m setting myself free! [Verse 2] [Driving UK Pop beat] [Female Vocal, Rhythmic] Uber’s beeping. Third floor, stepping in the lift, Scratched on the wall: "Sasha plus Dan" — catch my drift? Wasn't us, but I swear every time I walked past, Thought it was. Stupid. Beautiful. Moved too fast. Driver’s bare quiet, radio playing some tune, Looking out the window, wet city, fading moon. There’s the bench, the corner shop, there's the street view, Where you first kissed me back in two-thousand-and-twenty-two. [Pre-Chorus] [Build up] Counting up the traffic lights, going down the road, Every memory is heavy, carrying the load. Like a pulled tooth, tongue finding the empty space, Hurts a little more now I can’t see your face. When it’s 3 AM raining, and the weight starts to drop, When my phone stays quiet, and the hurting won't stop... [Chorus] [Massive Drop] [Powerful Female Vocal] One-way ticket, bought a single, no return! One-way ticket, let the bridges crash and burn! One-way ticket, I won't miss you — yeah, I lied. But it’s over, so hello to the other side! [Bridge] [Music Stops] [Lonely Piano] [Female Vocal, Vulnerable] Gatwick departures. Crappy coffee from the machine. "Final call for boarding," time to wipe the slate clean. Stand up from the plastic seat. Heat in my eyes. Salty tears. Blink ‘em back. No more goodbyes. Not here. Not now. I’m stepping to the light. A brand new me by the end of the flight. [Silence] [Heartbeat bass pulse only] [Half-sung, half-spoken] [Female Vocal, vulnerable, close to mic] I pick up the phone. "Hello?" You ask me where I'm at. "The airport," I say. You ask me what gate. I whisper, "Why do you care?" And you just say... "'Cause." [Outro] [Acoustic Guitar only] [Female Vocal, Intimate and soft] One-way ticket... I bought a single. No return. But he’s standing right there at Gate Number Two. Old jacket, soaking wet, no brolly. Just you. [Slow tempo] One-way ticket... Guess I don’t need it no more. I’m staying. My flight just took off into the grey London skies. And I’m standing in Arrivals, looking deep in your eyes. Didn’t fly anywhere. Just came back to you. [Fade out] Return ticket... Yeah, I had it in my coat all along. Just acting like I lost it. [End]
