The Art of Watching Everything Fall Apart Lyrics

The airplanes take off and the airplanes land.
I see them clearly from where I'm standing.
Men and women meet women and men.
Friends and lovers meet lovers and friends.
Art students and accountants.
World travelers and abandoned parents
trying to stay young by finding something they can run away from.
I found something to run away from.

I'm jet-lagged and jealous.
Out of money and patience and there's no one here to drive me back home.
I've got so much luggage.
It's heavy and worthless and it weighs me down wherever I go.

Sometimes, I feel so low that I can't stand.
On days like these I'm more likely to bite than embrace a helping hand.
So I spend my time writing a stranger a letter that goes,
"How are you? I hope you're feeling better", but you never will
and neither will those plants on your windowsill that you neglect
or maybe just forget to feed.
Yet, you always act surprised when they decide to leave.

I'm jet-lagged and jealous.
Out of money and patience and there's no one here to drive me back home.
I've got so much luggage.
It's heavy and worthless and it weighs me down wherever I go.