Making Planes Out of Paper

[Verse]
I was thinking about my whole life, and I wasn't surprised
I was running around patches of grass with those little white flowers

[Chorus]
I'm making planes out of paper
But I folded it wrong too many times
I'm making planes out of paper
And one of these days they're all gonna fly

[Verse 2]
Can you say it again? I couldn't think of a single response then
I think I'm done with trying. I'd say I'm not a liar, but then I'd be lying

[Chorus]
I'm making planes out of paper
But I folded it wrong too many times
I'm making planes out of paper
And one of these days they're all gonna fly