Say I’m an airplane And the gashes I got from my heartbreak Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing And I use them to give me lift Hip hip for the lift Hip hip for the drag I want them all in my bag Oh give me anything and I’ll turn it into a gift
But don’t let me ruin me I may need a chaperone
Seek me out Look at, look at, look at, look at me I’m all the fishes in the sea Wake me up Give me, give me, give me what you got In your mind, in the middle of the night
