Karaoké Dear McCracken Bug Hunter

I just stepped on a plane

My bags on the shelf

I find my seat in the middle and plan to keep to myself

The pilot comes on

Says There's been a delay

And I sigh, buckle up and prepare for the wait

There's a middle-aged woman on my right by the window

No ring on her finger

Maybe divorced or a widow

She's draftin' an email and from where I am seated

I can side-eye that shit so of course I'm gonna read it

It said

Dear McCracken

This is already great

Dude's got a pen pal and a killer last name

She opens with an inside joke and she's hopin' to set a casual tone

Her words carefully chosen

She was sure that her week spent in Houston would drag but then a face from her past quickly changed all of that

The trip was for business

She's used to the travel but this time she's not ready to head back to Seattle

Dear McCracken

I'd rather be off this plane

I can't admit the half of it that I want to say

Do I pretend

Do I push you away

I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I'll give you

I'll give you your space

I can tell by the abuse of the backspace key there's a heart balanced on how her words are perceived

She's retyped that fourth paragraph four times

Swingin' the tone back and forth until she's so satisfied

That he knows that even though their paths have diverged there's an air of regret but not enough to reverse

And I am stunned, there I sit

Completely convinced that once you grow old you stop dealin' with this

The uncertain, the hurtin'

The feelin' like dirt when things don't work out by the fall of the curtain

She hits send, powers off and we're ready to go

And I am sad for the passion that McCracken he might never know

Dear McCracken

I'd rather be off this plane

I can't admit the half of it that I want to say

Do I pretend

Do I push you away

I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I'll give you

I'll give you your

Dear McCracken

I'm keepin' this on my chest

I said a lot of things but none of them what I meant

Do I pretend

Do I try to forget

I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I wish you

I wish you the best

And I thought

I thought by that age our broken hearts had seen their worst

And I thought that kind of heartache was meant for the young but we're never too old to hurt

And I thought

I thought by that age our broken hearts had seen their worst

And I thought that kind of heartache was meant for the young but we're never too old to hurt

I just stepped off a plane

I've got one regret

I know I'll never get closure or ever see how it ends

No I won't know his answer

What happens between them

Why she kept her cards so close even she couldn't see them

What gave her such pause when she so clearly wanted to tell you all the emotions she tried so hard to bottle

And I'll never know why she kept the honest truth from you but oh Dear McCracken

In the rough draft

Oh in the rough draft

In the rough draft she loved you