...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Runway
from 6/23/'02

I'll make you a paper airplane
I'll take you anywhere you want to go
I know knowing me can be a pain
But I want things for you to coast
I want joy to fill your soul
I want happiness to ride shotgun
I want dirt shovelled into this hole
I want our friendship to be fun
I'll send you a paper airplane
Instead of these arrows I've sent
Our friendship's not washed down the drain
Let's not wonder where it went