**[Intro]**

**[Verse 1]**

Waiting at the gate, old bird coming back,

Your plane’s coming down—will it land, or will it crack?

You’re back from "paradise," with a tan so fake,

But the dream’s just plastic, nothing left to take.

I used to scream at the screen, *"This is real life!"*

Now it’s all static, a never-ending fight.

Old MTV’s gone, like you were long ago,

Staring through the glass, praying for what I used to know.

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**[Chorus]**

Will your plane land, or burn in the sky?

Are we even built to make it this high?

The old MTV’s gone, but we’re playing the game,

Same cheap moves, just a brand-new name.

---[Short instrumental]

**[Bridge2]**

You’re back from "the dream," with stories so stale,

Every word stumbles, like a crack in the veil.

"Cheap drinks, loud laughs, it was paradise, right?"

But your eyes tell tales of another lost night.

You walk in tanned, but the color will fade,

Talking about heaven, but it’s just a charade.

"Here’s the real deal," you say with a grin,

But we both know the chaos within.

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**[Chorus]**

Will your plane land, or burn in the sky?

Are we even built to make it this high?

The old MTV’s gone, but we’re playing the game,

Same cheap moves, just a brand-new name.

---[Short instrumental]

**[Bridge]**

Maybe it’s better if your plane just stalls,

Better than fake smiles or your late-night calls.

But I’m still here, waiting like a fool,

Hoping for answers, breaking every rule.

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Will your plane land, or burn in the sky?

Guess we’ll find out if we’re meant to try.

The old MTV’s gone, but we’re here all the same,

Same cheap stories, just a different name.

Waiting for you to land, with my old MTV,

But paradise was never the place to be.

(For Me)

For Me.

For me

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