flying this plane

If you’re skipping your stones

While I'm digging for bones

Then who the hell is flying this plane

We’re crawling around tearing up in different rooms in this bruised house instead of flying this plane

I close my fist tightly and the air funnels forward the more I’m trying flying this plane

If I fight tooth and nail to reaffirm your eye color then what's considered human remains

Nothing is good or bad anymore

It's just a hair over a light or an s

Retrain my fingers to fuse with yours Instead of tracking a button to press

Zzzzzzzzz…. (Honk shoe)