Airplanes
They say I’m insane.
Is it because of the paper cranes?
Come, look at them.
Littered across the ground,
Dangling from the ceiling
I’ll tell you a secret.
I have a crane for
Every time
You’ve hurt me.
Let’s pretend that I’m not like this.
Is it because of the paper cranes?
Come, look at them.
Littered across the ground,
Dangling from the ceiling
I’ll tell you a secret.
I have a crane for
Every time
You’ve hurt me.
Let’s pretend that I’m not like this.