Frequent Flier Miles
By: Tyler Ross
We took that ride home
got carried away.
We took that ride home
another day.
Lost in the clouds
and endless blue.
Down that path
where I hurt you.
Cost me more than just love.
A part of me died soaring above.
Back to California
without a clue.
Head frozen,
nothing new.
Stuck in reflection,
What do I do?
Nothing new.
Thoughts of you.
Oh, those thoughts of you.
Wish I really knew what to do.
