I hope you have a nice time going home to Wisconsin for Thanksgiving. I hope it isn't too serious.

I hope you go through security and they say, "Where is your final destination today?"
You say "oh, destination? I mean, I don't know if I'm ready to go anywhere? I mean, this is all just a little too fast. I keep doing this thing where I go to airports and buy tickets and then it's just super confusing, cause like girls think I want to go somewhere. And I just, can't define where I'm going, you know?"
And they say "Okay. You can get off line if you want."
And you say, "I mean, I don't think getting off line is something I want either. I'm just confused."

I hope you get on a plane and sit down
and the woman next to you falls asleep on your shoulder
and she's drooling a little bit
and you wake her up to say,
"I'm just not looking for anything serious right now."

I hope the flight attendant asks you if you want chips or pretzels
and you say "I can't decide"
and she says "alright" and hands you both,
and you say "sorry, having both is just too much emotional labor, I'm exhausted."