Is
this just a matter of
Me getting what I needed?
'Til I was
safe upon the other side
Of the international dateline
He stepped off the plane, holding nothing but his jacket, trying not to think of everything that he'd left behind in New York. He'd taken a long flight, throughout the duration of which he'd tried to forget about what he'd left. He tried to forget that he'd left Blair with only a note, not even telling her where he was. She'd never think of Thailand, halfway across the world. But that was his goal, wasn't it?
And
it's just a matter of
Me keeping myself seated
'Til the pilot
killed the overdrive
And landed in a place where you can't
Find
me there
Find me there
Nobody would find him there. He was sure of that, because when he didn't want something to happen, it didn't happen. It was always like that, ever since he could remember. He was ready to spend time forgetting, doing whatever it would take. However much money he had to spend on women, he didn't care. He wanted to forget that his father was dead, that he'd left Blair alone. He wanted to stop caring. I'm Chuck Bass, he told himself. What I want, I get.
When
you hold one chance
And you break your hands
When the secret's
safe
And you call my name
Then I am gone
Blair
sat on her bed, holding the note in her hand. She wasn't sure if
she should rip it up or keep it. He left her alone. She wasn't
furious with him, like she thought she'd be. She just wanted to be
alone. It had seemed like he had almost come around, only to escape.
She silently cursed herself and lay back on her bed. I will not
think about him, she told herself. I will distract myself.
I'm
tired of you and me
(Tired of you and me)
And the space that's
in between
(Space that's in between)
And I would rather be
somewhere
With better thoughts and warmer air
Chuck tried not to think of her, what she was doing. Instead he focused on the Thai maid in his hotel room, putting towels in the closet. He knew that a few words were all he needed to distract himself. Instead he took another sip of his brandy, and he stepped onto the balcony, where the sun was shining. It was much warmer here. Then again, it was summer in the southern hemisphere now, and it was a freezing winter in New York.
I'm
tired of trying to be
(Tired of trying to be)
Somebody
different than me
(Different than me)
I'm tired of trying to
shine it on
When the lights go out tonight, I'm gone
I'll run
from here
Run
He felt like a coward, running away from his problems. But he had to escape. Everything was closing in on him, his world collapsing in front of him. It had been his only choice, or at least it seemed that way. He couldn't stay in New York, where he was trapped. He had to leave.
When
you hold one chance
And you break your hands
When the secret's
safe
And you call my name
Blair came back home, her arms full of shopping bags. She had managed to distract herself for a few hours among the world of designer clothes and trendy labels, a world she could find comfort in. Unloading the clothes, she struggled to keep herself from thinking about Chuck. Her period of distraction was over, and now she wasn't distracted anymore. "Where are you, Chuck?" she wondered out loud.
When
the hurt gets real
And you still can't feel
When you can't
escape
And you cannot stay
Then I am gone
Chuck
woke up, slightly hung over, the maid in bed next to him. He rubbed
his forehead, trying to clear his head. He couldn't remember
anything that had happened after he was out on the balcony. He
blamed the alcohol, and he went out to the balcony and looked out at
the distance again, out at the ocean, and when he went back into the
room the maid was gone.
Safe
upon the other side
Of the international dateline
I landed in a
place that you can't find
You can't find me there
You can't
find me there
"I don't know where he could be," Blair complained to Serena. "Why would he just leave like that?"
"I don't know, B," she said, trying not to show how uncomfortable she was with this conversation. She was trying to support Blair, but it seemed kind of obvious to her. Chuck was a womanizer, and he didn't want to be tied down. She knew Blair had heard him tell her to stop playing the wife, but she didn't want to remind her of this. Blair looked like she hadn't slept in a few days, and there was no reason to stress her out any more.
When
you hold one chance
And you break your hands
When the secret's
safe
And you call my name
In only two days, Chuck had already hooked up with six different women. He was drinking heavily every chance he got and even smoking pot to distract himself. At least he thought it was pot. It might be hash; he had stopped paying attention. He was completely wasted, but he wasn't thinking of Blair.
When
the hurt gets real
(The hurt gets real)
And you still can't
feel
(Still can't feel)
When you can't escape
(Can't
escape)
And you cannot stay
Then I am gone
Blair curled up in bed, trying to get some sleep. She'd failed miserably to stop thinking of Chuck. Everything she did, she thought of him. She was getting sick of it. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, she reminded herself. There's a party with the van der Woodsens and everyone who was anyone in New York. She had to be well rested.
Safe
upon the other side
Of the international dateline
I landed in a
place that you can't find
Chuck was trying to fall asleep in the hotel room, despite the fact it was the middle of the day. It was the New Year, but he didn't want to celebrate. He felt like there were nails being hammered into his skull and he just wanted to be alone.
When
the last plane leaves
And you cry for me
When you lie awake
And
you feel it break
Then I am gone
Blair fell asleep, crying like she had every night. She was glad to be alone. Nobody could see her like this. If they did, she'd be ruined. She'd lose her status as Queen. It was better to be alone when it came to this. It was the only way to deal with it, anyway. Alone.