I've had the same dream every night of me and you on a
plane.
I keep waking up before we crash.
Right before I do you whisper
"We could've had something more than this."
You said "let go" as the turbulence shook my hand out of
yours.
I realized you didn't love me anymore.
A quick glance out the window as clouds roll by
And the plane began to slowly go down.