Floating on like a plastic bag without a home
Pages folded became paper planes that we could fly
We've clipped every wing we used to fly
Your wings might be broken but it's not too late
You hide your emotions so you can escape
You cant be afraid to make mistakes
And you can't fake perfection
Broken compa** still moving forward
A constant north the one I'll never know
Like everything I gravitate to what ends up k**ing me
We're separated by a hell of a lot more than the sky
It's not what you've done but what you'll choose to do