Dear McCracken lyrics

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 pilots 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 drafting an email and from where I am seated
I can side-eye that sh*t, so of course I'm gon' 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
Swinging the tone back 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