Waited 552 hours Thought it’d be a hug after landing But there’s nothing on the other side I think I knew the ending all along But wouldn’t face the sorrow ‘Cause every time I’d end up being dead Here I am, sitting in the smoking room crying Can’t see clear anymore My therapy, I light them one after one As if that could ease the pain On the other side of the phone You said, ‘I’m sorry’ Tell me what you want to do with my brain Saying ‘we could still be friends’ ‘There will always be the maybes’ And you call me cruel for staying away Who breaks up like that in an airport? When at midnight, I’m leaving Nepal You could’ve even given me some clues Of how I’ll return back to home With your stuff all packed and gone Went through eighty-two scenarios Of what our future holds And it’s nothing like this, it was nowhere like this But here I am, sitting in the smoking room crying With that 3-minute silence on the phone I was too afraid to hang up or say my goodbye ‘Cause when I do, I know we’d be gone On the other side of the phone I said, ’I hate you’ Even though I really want to follow my heart Saying, ‘you are just selfish, I’ll never be back’ But I’d do it again, I shouldn’t do it again On the other side of the phone You said, ‘I’m sorry’ Tell me what you want to do with my brain Saying ‘we could still be friends’ ‘There will always be the maybes’ And you call me cruel for staying away Who breaks up like that in an airport? When at midnight, I’m leaving Nepal