Landing Strip

Though I'd hate to admit,
I think of it everyday.
To be apart from all your wit.
I'd hate to go away.

But in three months time,
I'm sailing on a ship.
Nothing can stop it, no actions, no mime.
I'm departing, I'm taking a trip.

But it's a one way death travel,
On a ballistic rocket ship.
Without you, I feel so fragile.
I don't know where I'm going, where's my landing strip?

I'm about to explode,
This ship is at it's limit.
Full of shame, I'm taking the private road.
It's taking all my strength not to pivot,

And turn back around,
Come back to you, 
And chain myself to the ground.
But you probably already knew,

Right? How much I love you.

I'm sailing on a ship,
The sun rising to my right.
I can see my landing strip,
But I hold back, and I fight.

I'm better, I know where I'm going now,
But I'm not sure if I want to go.
The blue eyes I gazed into three months ago,
Make me feel indecisive, and cold as the wind blows.

I'm getting off a ship.
I know where to go.
I'm standing on a landing strip.
I'm coming back home.