It's still kinda early to watch the sun go rising anyway
Even if it rises this time everyday
It's still kinda early to watch the engine spit and cough
And heaven knows this plane might not even take off
I would have written sooner, my pen is on the paper
But I just couldn't decide how to end it
So I think I'll do it later
I know I might have hurt you
But I know that you're still young
And I hope that you'll forgive me
Even if you have to tug the air into your lungs hard
So I talk to myself like every normal man
In the state of confusion
Feel the wrath of my own reprimands
And I cry to myself like every normal baby
It helps me get to sleep and get a