Jan 23, 2009

Paper Planes


I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ‘em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait


Sometimes I think lying on the floor
My thoughts fly all over, insane
No rooms, no walls, no ceilings, no door
Just like paper, get high like planes

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