3 Hours

My bags were packed. My flight was booked

Hair was cut. Cologne smelled good

I was on my way

To meet you in LA

You had noticed me

Unreposted me, but I still never had a shot

The distance in between had kept us being what we're not. Oh, Becca, I

Would walk like 10,000 miles, swim across rivers, fight bears in the wild

Just to get to you, and that's, I mean that's basically what I did

When I flew across the country

Had a plan for my rizz. Politely