all the planes and postcards in all the world
A perfect place exists where you'll never grow old
It's summer in the winter and I never got cold
In my head we're a play
Performed exactly how I say
It's the only thing left I can control
There's a little piece of you lost, and
I'm keeping it hostage
I won't give up my fantasies
Til you return the rest of me
All the planes and postcards in all the world, I doubt it
Could help us even if we would
Not a goddamn thing either of us can do about it
You and me, kiddo, we're in this for good
Trapped in the sand of smashed hourglasses
I squint as I take off my rose-tinted glasses
I left my land of enchantment
Traded it in for detachment
My default emotion seems to be broken
There's a little piece of you lost, and
I'm keeping it hostage
All that's left are memories
Give me back the best of me
All the planes and postcards in all the world, I doubt it
Could help us even if we would
Not a goddamn thing either of us can do about it
You and me, kiddo, we're in this for good
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