Boomerang
Future Pilot A.K.A Lyrics

Hey, I try to run away
The singer is attempting to distance themselves from someone/something.

But everywhere I turn, I turn around
No matter what direction the singer goes in, they find themselves face-to-face with the thing/person they are trying to escape.

And you're right back in my face
The thing/person the singer is trying to escape is constantly present and confronting them.

And everything you say
The artist cannot ignore the words and actions of the thing/person they are attempting to escape.

I can't get away from you
The artist is unable to distance themselves from the thing/person they are trying to escape.

I just can't escape
The singer is struggling to break free from the situation they are in.

Cause you're at my favorite bar
The thing/person the singer is trying to escape is present in a place that they enjoy frequenting.

Your hoodie's in my car
The person the artist is trying to escape has left a physical reminder of their presence in the artist's personal space (i.e. car).

The smell of your Chanel 5 won't die hard
The scent of the person the artist is trying to escape is lingering and reminds them of that person.

Yeah I don't stand a chance
The artist feels powerless and unable to resist the thing/person they are trying to escape.

You're hanging with my friends
The thing/person the singer is trying to escape has infiltrated their social circle and is spending time with mutual acquaintances.

When I see you again that's when it starts
The artist knows that every time they encounter the thing/person they are trying to escape, the cycle of being unable to break free begins anew.

We break just like it ain't no thing
The singer and the thing/person they are trying to escape have had fallouts before, but it doesn't seem significant enough to keep them apart.

But we ridin' on a boomerang
Their relationship feels cyclical, like they are always ending up in the same place they started.

Our love is like a rubber band
Their relationship is elastic in nature and can stretch to its limits before eventually snapping back into place.

Snap back, snap back
Their relationship is constantly experiencing this snapping motion.

Here we go again
The artist is resigned to the fact that they are trapped in this cycle of trying to escape but always returning.