Pirate skulls and bones sticks and stones and weed and bombs

At the end of paper airplanes, there is a note of feedback that trails through the end of the song. I am going to run away and live inside that note. It is warm and open and welcoming and I always wanted to live inside sound, as part of the loop, as part of the decibels, awake and alive forever inside the noise stuck in your head.

Photo - S
Words - S