[Intro - Waves, Soft Guitar] [Male Voice] If this is urgent... I'm probably not the person you should've made responsible for it. [Phone Click] Airplane mode. [Beat Drops] [Verse 1] I spent too long walking streets that weren't mine, Learning everybody's weather, memorizing every sign. Every friendship had a border. Every crisis had a gate. I kept showing up like customs for emotions running late. Now the phone don't ring. Messages don't land. Everybody else's emergency can learn to understand I'm not crossing one more ocean just to argue in their town. I finally bought a one-way ticket— to putting all that down. [Pre-Chorus] No passport. No suitcase. No emotional guided tour. If your whole world is on fire— I hope you find the door. [Chorus] AIRPLANE MODE— PERMANENT VACATION. I'm done being a tourist in everybody's situation. No boarding call. No destination. No more unpaid trips through somebody else's frustration. AIRPLANE MODE— SUNSET OCCUPATION. If you need me in your chaos— I'm out of circulation. [Verse 2 - Funk Rap] I know every little district. Guilt Avenue. Drama Lane. Passive-Aggressive Boulevard. Here we go again. Been through Blame Town. Stayed in Resentment. Had a bad room in Regret. Checked out early from Manipulation. Didn't leave a forwarding address. Now I got beach air. Cold drink. Controller glowing after dark. Half my papers still unfinished. That's tomorrow's little arc. Movies stacked. Shows waiting. Music rattling the room. And nobody asking me to decode their private doom. [Backing Vocal] Vacation! [Lead] Permanent. [Chorus] AIRPLANE MODE— PERMANENT VACATION. I'm done being a tourist in everybody's situation. No boarding call. No destination. No more unpaid trips through somebody else's frustration. AIRPLANE MODE— SUNSET OCCUPATION. If you need me in your chaos— I'm out of circulation. [Bridge - Synthwave] [Voicemail Voice] Hey, call me back. It's complicated. [Lead] Of course it is. [Second Voicemail] You won't believe what happened— [Lead] I probably would. [Third Voicemail] We need to talk. [Phone Powers Off] [Lead] That phrase has ruined enough afternoons. [Spaghetti-Western Break] [Whistling] [Male Voice] There comes a time when a man has to ride away from a town full of people arguing about who started the saloon fire. [Guitar Twang] Especially when he didn't live there. [Beat Returns] [Verse 3] I don't hate anybody. That's the funny little twist. I can love you from a distance without living in your mist. I can pray and keep a boundary. I can care and still decline. I can wish you peace sincerely without loaning you my mind. Not every door needs opening. Not every call deserves a ride. Not every person gets a season pass to everything inside. Sometimes peace ain't reconciliation. Sometimes peace is simply this: I stopped visiting the place where every conversation twists. [Half-Time] No vengeance. No dramatic final scene. Just less access to the parts of me that finally got clean. [Final Chorus - Huge Summer Choir] AIRPLANE MODE— PERMANENT VACATION! I'm done being a tourist in everybody's situation! Blue sky. Low tide. No explanation. I resigned my post in emotional transportation! AIRPLANE MODE— SUNSET OCCUPATION! Let the whole world keep spinning. I don't need every rotation. AIRPLANE MODE— NO RESERVATION! I'm finally staying home inside my own imagination. [Outro - Waves] [Male Voice] Phone? Airplane mode. Drama? Wrong terminal. Other people's towns? Beautiful places. [Pause] I don't live there anymore. [Soft Choir] Permanent vacation. [Waves Fade]
