Jess Locke - Paper Planes

We’ll be paper planes on microscropes
Regret the things that you don’t knoe
But there you lay on perfect time
Showed up early, got left behind

You can’t read every book
Write every song
You can fall in love ‘til you find the one
You will never be satisfied

We think about the future
Worry about what we’ll do
Regret the past and cling to it
Remember that none of that is real

Green lights turn into red
Stop the traffic that’s inside your head
Two girls in uniform
Wearing sweaters oversized and worn

You say, “I’m not old, but I’m not young,”

We think about the future
Worry about what we’ll do
Regret the past and cling to it
Remember that none of that is real

There’s no such thing as a big mistake
Just things you did in a different way
To what’s considered sociable

We think about the future
Worry about what we’ll do
Regret the past and cling to it
Remember that none of that is real

We think about the future
Worry about what we’ll do
Regret the past, cling to it
Remember that none of that is real