Behshr Airways

When I try to think about one thing My mind already wanders the next I can never focus on something My brain's in constant unrest Even as I'm struggling through this I float on my own little plane I know I should be here with you, but simultaneously Society, society Chopsticks or forks, why does tea smell good on its teabag but taste so disappointingly; Wait what? I was just somewhere When I try to think about one thing My mind already wanders the next I can't ever focus on something My brain's in constant unrest Even as I'm struggling through this I float on my own little plane I know I should be here with you, but simultaneously Society, society Chopsticks or forks, why does tea smell good on its teabag but taste so disappointingly; Wait what? I was just somewhere When I try to think about one thing When I try to think about one thing When I try When I try