The best part about planes is that they contain people going somewhere. But the worst part is that those people are leaving something behind… every single one of them, even if they refuse to admit it.
It’s a fear, it is near. the shape becomes ever clear.
It bares teeth, extra sharp, that’ll cut you in the heart.
It attacks really quick, try and fight it with a stick.
It’s no use, give it up, this is life and this is love.
You are my alligator