Letra de Sunburnt Jet Wings

This is my personal desert
This is my personal slum
I’ve become the person that I always hated
This is my personal desert
This is my personal slum
I’ve become the person that I always hated
The enemy I was running from
I wanted the sun to warm my skin
But I wanted to hide from everything
I made my life into a competition
Where’s my trophy mantle
You sent me clippings
To an article I couldn’t begin to handle
I wanted the sun to warm my skin
But I wanted to hide from everything
What’s a lag without the jet
Put my fucking fantasies to rest
I flew everywhere just to find something I can’t forget
For a minute I lost sight of it
Not just the light of it
But the whole full frame picture
Passed out when I’d stand up
Can't see what my hands touch
Fall back down to a thud
I won’t stop until I can see my bones
(I won't stop until I can see my bones)
No matter how long I hold my breath
I’ve got to exhale just to let out the old
I wanted the sun to warm my skin
But I wanted to hide from everything