Paper Planes

A restaurant full of families And I sit there with mine A broken one, where none of our souls are combined Three of us seated and three phones on the table Waiting for one of us to pick it up and pretend they're stable Hotel bill in my hands have turned into pretty aeroplanes But little do they know My planes don't fly anymore They are designed to look like they enjoy the skies Yet my plane still dreams of its first flight My plane wants to capture the strong gushing winds And use them all to fuel its wings A leap of faith is all it wants to take But after all it's just a paper plane, so it sits in a restaurant as they both empty their plates.