The Aeroplane

If I had the blueprint or the brain I would build an aeroplane With fashion wings of balsa wood and glue And I would fly to you I'd carve a prop from old recycled would haves All these relentless could have These pointless might have beens Oh, the storms that I would gladly battle through So I could fly to you Had I the method or the means I would build a time machine I'd make it from the scraps you always find When someone leaves their broken dreams behind And I'd fuel it with the beats that my heart misses When you sign your name with kisses Made of x's when you text me It's so silly but Any fuel and any fire will do I will fly to you And I'd carve a prop from old recycled would haves All these relentless could haves These pointless might have beens Oh, the storms I would gladly battle through So I could fly to you Oh, the storms I would gladly battle through So I could fly to you