Paper Planes And Parking Lots | Original Song

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Time has a strange way of folding—like paper bending beneath gentle fingers, holding the shape of what once was. This story lingers in the soft hum between what was lived and what remains remembered. It captures the ache of youth suspended in golden light, that fleeting moment before innocence gives way to distance. The warmth never fully fades; it just shifts, echoing through the places we’ve outgrown.

Beneath the stillness lies a whisper of what could have been, the lingering pulse of dreams left unspoken. These memories aren’t ghosts, but echoes of our former selves, painted in amber and dust. They drift quietly, never demanding to be relived—only to be acknowledged. Time moves forward, but certain feelings stay folded neatly inside us, weightless and eternal.

There’s beauty in the imperfection of what’s left behind—the cracks in pavement, the faded marks of belonging. The story becomes a bridge between who we were and who we’ve become, where longing transforms into reflection. Through every forgotten corner, the heart rediscovers its rhythm, finding poetry in the ordinary and grace in the passing of years.

In the end, it’s not about what’s gone, but what endures in the silence after. Like paper carried by the wind, some moments never truly land—they just keep circling above us, waiting to be remembered.

Lyrics:

[Intro]

We carved our names in the summer air,
Paper wings floating without a care.
Tires squealed where the night forgot,
Paper planes and parking lots.

[Verse 1]

We were barefoot kings of empty streets,
Trading secrets under buzzing heat.
You drew dreams on the back of your hand,
And swore the world would understand.

[Pre-Chorus]

But time, it’s a thief with a velvet touch,
Takes just enough to hurt too much.

[Chorus]

Paper planes and parking lots,
Where we aimed for stars and missed our shots.
Every echo in the dark we made,
Still hums beneath the lives we’ve trade.

[Verse 2]

You said we’d leave this town someday,
But you stayed, and I drifted away.
Now every cracked white line I cross,
Feels like tracing ghosts we lost.

[Pre-Chorus]

The skyline’s new, the faces changed,
But that corner light still calls my name.

[Chorus]

Paper planes and parking lots,
Where we aimed for stars and missed our shots.
Every echo in the dark we made,
Still hums beneath the lives we’ve trade.

[Instrumental Break]

(Soft guitar, faint laughter fading under a distant hum of night.)

[Interlude]

Do you ever pass that empty space,
And see our shadows start to race?
The asphalt cracked, but still it knows,
The weight of all the dreams we chose.

[Bridge]

We never learned to say goodbye,
Just let the moment petrify.
Now I unfold another plane,
And whisper your name to the rain.

[Chorus]

Paper planes and parking lots,
Where we aimed for stars and missed our shots.
Every echo in the dark we made,
Still hums beneath the lives we’ve trade.

[Outro]

So here’s to the flight that never lands,
To paper hearts and trembling hands.
We were something the years forgot—
Paper planes and parking lots.

[Final Flourish]

A single plane drifts on the wind,
Carrying the start we couldn’t end.

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