Miles of Maybe

[ Lyrics ]

Miles of maybe between your heart and mine.

Text at 2 a.m., says you miss my laugh,
then you ghost for days like we’re stuck on half.
I decode the emojis, the space in your tone,
but I’m flying solo while you drift back home.
Window seat again, fog outside my view,
just like how I feel when I talk to you.
Love’s not runway clear, it’s a delayed flight—
I check the status, but you never arrive.

I pack my bags with hope, but you never show,
every promise fades like jetstream glow.
You say ‘soon’ like it’s sacred, but it’s just a lie—
I’m boarding clarity, but you’re stuck on try.

Miles of maybe between your heart and mine,
every 'I miss you' feels like a borderline.
We’re cruising altitude, but we’ll never land,
love shouldn’t feel like a half-empty plan.
Miles of maybe—can’t you see it’s too late?
I’m turning turbulence into my escape.

You showed up in Dubai, but your eyes were gone,
talked about forever, then took the last dawn.
I wore the dress you loved, waited by the door,
but you left with excuses and a bag of more.
Now I’m charting routes where your name won’t fit,
rewriting endings that you never quit.
I don’t need your maybe—I need a yes or goodbye,
not another love note written in the sky.

You say 'baby, I'm close,' but you’re light-years away,
I won’t beg for love that won’t ever stay.
This flight’s got a limit, and we’re out of time—
I’m landing on me, not your border-line.

I used to chase your signals through the haze,
believed in 'some day' like it paid the wage.
But silence speaks louder in G-minor keys—
I’m trading wishful words for my own peace.

Miles of maybe between your heart and mine,
every 'I love you' sounds like a design.
We’re circling each other but we’ll never land,
love shouldn’t bleed in a foreign hand.
Miles of maybe—don’t call it a spark,
I’m closing the cabin, leaving the dark.
'Miles of maybe — maybe' — 

Miles of maybe…
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