Bug Hunter - Dear mccracken

^CI just stepped on a plane, my ^Embags on the shelf I find my s^Ameat in the middle and plan to ^Fkeep to myself The ^Cpilot comes on, says "there's ^Embeen a delay" And I ^Amsigh, buckle up, and pre^Fpare for the wait

There's a ^Cmiddle-aged woman on my^Em right by the window No ^Amring on her finger maybe ^Fdivorced or a widow? She's ^Cdrafting an email and from w^Emhere I am seated I can ^Amside-eye that shit, so of c^Fourse I'm gon' read it

^CDear McCracken ^Em This is already ^Amgreat dude's got a pen pal and a ^Fkiller last name She ^Copens with an inside j^Emoke and she's hopin' to set a c^Amasual tone, her words ca^Frefully chosen She was ^Csure that her week spent in ^EmHouston would drag But then a ^Amface from her past quickly ^Fchanged all of that The ^Ctrip was for business, she's^Em used to the travel But this ^Amtime she's not ready to head^F back to Seattle

^CDear McCracken, I'd ^Grather be off this p^Amlane I can't admit the half of ^Fit that I want to s^Cay Do I pretend? Do I ^Gpush you away? I'm jet l^Amaggin' McCracken and I'll give ^Fyou I'll give you your space^C

I ^Ccan tell by the abuse of the b^Emackspace key There's a ^Amheart balanced on how her ^Fwords are perceived She's ^Cretyped that fourth parag^Emraph four times Swinging the ^Amtone back forth until she's ^Fso satisfied That he ^Cknows that even though their ^Empaths have diverged There's an ^Amair of regret but not ^Fenough to reverse

And I am ^Cstunned, there I sit, ^Emcompletely convinced That once you ^Amgrow old you stop ^Fdealin' with this The u^Cncertain, the hurtin', the ^Emfeelin like dirt when t^Amhings don't Work out by the ^Ffall of the curtain She hits ^Csend, powers off, and ^Emwe're ready to go And I am ^Amsad for the passion that ^FMcCracken, he might never know

^CDear McCracken, I'd ^Grather be off this p^Amlane I can't admit the half of ^Fit that I want to s^Cay Do I pretend? Do I ^Gpush you away? I'm jet l^Amaggin' McCracken and I'll give ^Fyou

^CDear McCracken, I'm ^Gkeepin' this on my c^Amhest I said a lot of things but^F none of them what ^CI meant Do I pretend? Do I ^Gtry to forget? I'm jet l^Amaggin' McCracken and I wish you^F I wish you the best ^C

And I ^Cthought, I t^Ghought by that age O^Amur broken h^Fearts had seen their ^Cworst And I ^Cthought that k^Gind of heartache ^Amwas meant for the young But we're ^Fnever too old to hurt

And I ^Cthought, I t^Ghought by that age ^AmOur broken ^Fhearts had seen their ^Cworst And I ^Cthought that kind of ^Gheartache was ^Ammeant for the young But we're ^Fnever too old to hurt

I just s^Ctepped off a plane, I've got one r^Emegret I know I'll ^Amnever get closure or ever^F see how it ends No I ^Cwon't know his answer, what ha^Emppens between them And why she ^Amkept her cards so close even she^F couldn't see them What gave h^Cer such pause when she ^Emso clearly wanted To tell you^Am all the emotions she tried ^Fso hard to bottle

And I'll n^Cever know why she kept the h^E7onest truth from you But oh ^AmDear McCracken In the ^Grough draft Oh in the r^Fough draft In the rough draft she loved you ^C