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First class, but I still feel blue.

Silk seat, shade pulled tight,
city lights like distant fights.
Champagne flute, still half-full,
but the buzz won’t touch my soul.
You said you’d call when I land,
now I’m counting time on my hand.
Smile for the staff, keep it sweet —
meanwhile, my heart’s in retreat.

I trace your name in the fogged-up glass,
watch it fade as the moments pass.
No storm outside, just this quiet in me —
a first-class cage, no key.

First class, but I still feel blue,
clouds below, pain in view.
Got the world at my feet, but I’m missing you.
First class, but I still feel blue.

Scrolling through pics we never took,
playing back words you never could.
Silence screams through the hum of the plane,
a love so loud, now it’s just refrain.
I ordered dessert, ate it slow —
kind of sad, kind of proud, I still know
how to sit with the weight, look polished and new,
while breaking down in a shade of blue.

I don’t need jewels, don’t need the view,
just one real moment — one honest truth.
But the higher I fly, the more I see:
it’s not the sky keeping you from me.

First class, but I still feel blue,
clouds below, pain in view.
Got the world at my feet, but I’m missing you.
First class, but I still feel blue.

I used to think love was a place I could reach,
VIP lounge, suite with a beach.
But it’s not in the miles, not in the view —
it’s just… you. Or it’s not you.
And I’m learning fast how to grieve in gold,
how to cry without letting go cold.

First class, but I still feel blue,
clouds below, pain in view.
Got the world at my feet, but I’m missing you.
First class, but I still feel blue.

First class…

...but I still feel blue.
First Class Blue

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