mr I should've known

There's a white plane, floating with a tea stain, covered with a blue pen

It flew by mistake, ended on my nap break, I'm right where it landed

Stepping on the cockpit, screeching under my feet, I think I might have broken it

Over the garden, I think I'm hearing footsteps, following the chemtrails

I fear a kid hope, following his plane ghost, will lead to the plane corpse

And on his tombstone, standing like a scarecrow, is mister I should've known

He's a dreamland, soon to be a real man, something that I might stain

He's a green bike, riding with no flashlight, "it's fine we have a short life"

But I'm a train wreck, hitting on the wrong breaks, driving on the kid's plane

Then I'm a stone cold bitch with all the syndromes, stitches on the wounds I claim

Then I'm to blame for thinking I could outgrow "hurting when I don't know"

Lock yourself up if you care, who's to hurt if you're not there, mister I was not aware

Counting down from ten to one, should be gone when we are done, mister I should've known