Last Flight Out - Butch Walker

I'm eighth in line on a U.S. Air

Right now you're paying the parking fare

I can still see your imprint on the terminal glass

I tried to back out, I tried to stay home

Tried to avoid picking up the phone

Knowing that this call could be your last

And as I take off, my heart won't stop

The sky looks like an astro pop

Amber, red and blue

I'm sure gonna miss you

I'm next in line as a lady stares

At a messed up fucker with messed up hair

She probably felt like this sometime alone

Or maybe she lived in a perfect life

Been a perfect mother and an average wife

Maybe she just wonders what went wrong

And as I take off, my heart won't stop

The sky looks like an astro pop

Amber, red and blue

I'm sure gonna miss you

Oh, is this all there really is?

Life after you

Is it all there really is?

What else can I do?

Am I gonna taste your kiss

No matter who I'm with

It's gonna be you

And as I take off, my heart won't stop

The sky looks like an astro pop

Amber, red and blue

I'm sure gonna miss you

I'm sure gonna miss you

I'm sure gonna miss you

Is this all there really is?

Is this all there really is?