Arizona Calling from Surgery by Machinery of the Human Heart

It's midnight in New Jersey and we are not who we were
I reach out for you in my sleep, wake up and shiver in the heat of summer
In fever dreams I make believe that you were mine to hold
But maybe I should cut it out; I'm 26 years old

I know I haven't talked about how much my daydreams hurt
And if I'm honest with myself, I'm slipping under and it's getting worse
They talk about sending me back to Tucson on a plane
And if they don't, I might just leave on my own anyway

It sucks to think that we were just more trouble than it's worth
And who was I to boldly claim you were my greater surgeon on this earth?
You left me on the gurney as they wheeled me down the hall
Gently telling me to hush because you weren't there at all

Here's hoping you forget my face by your wedding day
Sometimes, the people from your past are meant to be, and better off that way
But Arizona's calling me with peach and purple skies
I leave at six AM and I won't even say goodbye

My friend Jesse helped me settle in, but there's still more to do
I can't afford the trip back home to see you even if I wanted to
But Arizona's beautiful
You'd love the desert skies
Sometimes I wish I didn't leave
Without saying goodbye

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