i was gonna miss my flight

she told me i was gonna miss my flight/i knew i knew/but somehow there was nothing left to do/but to resign to this foreign air/and the music/and the perfume lingered that afternoon/in that parisian apartment there was nothing left in me/but i knew there was nothing left back home too/so i said fine fine/go ahead and pour me one more/tell me one more story about your grandmother/and the way she taught you/sure i thought about right and wrong/but came to conclude it was inconclusive/this foreign light filtering through the dusty windows/what to make of all the excuses/all the failures that came before/from careful planning every step of a mechanical life/this this was the mistake i was waiting for/a mistake made of molecules crashing/weaved of youth and yearning/that day i remember the person i used to be/a head full of fanciful ideas/and expectations of a life yet unlived/yeah i threw out the blueprint/abandoned the plan/gave up the fight/that afternoon she told me/i was gonna miss my flight