The Color Morale - Clip Paper Wings lyrics

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