Boarding Pass Blues

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Southwest, you got me pressed Gate full of folks, but I’m still left Was on deck for Destin, Florida Three hours gone, you still performin’ the horror Hayley in the group chat mad Brooke got hope, Rachael got sad Stuart lookin’ at me like, “what now?” Rowdee the dog took one look and growled I packed my shirt, I packed my shorts You packed excuses in bulk, of course No seat, no truth, no clean reply Just “we’re sorry” with a dead-eyed sky [Pre-Chorus] I was supposed to be there With the sun on my skin and my drink in the air But you kept me stuck in the same old line Three hours late and you still call that fine [Chorus] Southwest, what a mess Southwest, you do your best To turn my trip to a joke Leave me mad and half a smoke Southwest, what a mess Southwest, you do your best I should be in Destin now Instead I’m stuck like, “how?” [Verse 2] I can’t wait to parallel Drink too much bourbon, ride a shark, oh well Nipples chapped from that cold-ass wait I’m out here questioning my faith in fate Trying to tan a starfish on my ass That’s the kind of plan your service passed I had a whole vacation ready to roll You handed me delay, then stole my soul Hayley said, “breathe,” Brooke said, “cope” Rachael laughed like, “bro, don’t lose hope” Stuart checked the board, then cursed your name Rowdee barked once like, “same, same, same” [Pre-Chorus] I was supposed to be there With the sand in my shoes and the salt in my hair But you kept me parked in the terminal haze Three hours later, still wasting my days [Chorus] Southwest, what a mess Southwest, you do your best To turn my trip to a joke Leave me mad and half a smoke Southwest, what a mess Southwest, you do your best I should be in Destin now Instead I’m stuck like, “how?” [Bridge] Put my bags through the machine Got a little dream, got a big routine Then you kicked it down the line Like my time ain’t mine, like my time ain’t mine I wanted blue water, loud laughs, heat You gave me stale air and a busted seat Now I’m writing this with a grin so mean ’Cause your whole brand tastes low-grade obscene [Chorus] Southwest, what a mess Southwest, you do your best To turn my trip to a joke Leave me mad and half a smoke Southwest, what a mess Southwest, you do your best I should be in Destin now Instead I’m stuck like, “how?”