Half-handed Cloud
So-so Sorry Teacher
Between your glasses and your face
Is a space for a paper airplane flying.
And there's no sense in lying
Because you knew it,
And found out that I was the one that blew it,
(over to you)
Between your glasses and your face
Is a space for a paper airplane flying.
And there's no sense in lying
Because you knew it,
And found out that I was the one that blew it,
(over to you)