Twelve hours to texas when the idea was born.

Twelve hours to texas, a plane ride in a tropic storm.

I’ll call off of work, you find a friend for Blue.

Twelve hours to texas.

I wouldn’t do it without you.

Call your friends up.

Tell them we’re coming home.

Four hours to texas and you're sleeping on my shoulder.

Our nervous flying neighbor says, ‘Brand new couple, good luck to you.’.

The airport bar is closing.

I didn’t think they did that.

We choke $20 burgers and recite our same verses,

Like -

‘We’re crazy’, ‘How’d we get here?’, ‘What the fuck?’.

I am excited. I am worried I’ll get fired,

but I’m with you.

Wouldn’t do it without you.

You that I am learning.

It feels so good to learn again.

Your hand I am holding.

So new.

So good.

So sure.

Hour rain delay, I try to make you laugh,

so I talk politics with strangers and practice how I’ll greet your dad.

We staged our first picture, look so funny wearing masks.

My mind jumps miles ahead,

says ‘It’ll be a nice timestamp.’

I should slow myself down.

I should be with you right now.

Don’t show me the future, I don't wanna know.

My friends all think I’m crazy and I’m treating them bad.

I cancelled obligations to jump a plane and land

with you in texas.

When we hit the tarmac I won’t wake you til the plane has emptied out.

You doe eye stare me dead, and I think to myself;

Is this falling love?