Panic - Airplanes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Everyone loves to speak on how you feel
How you need to do shit right
When they don’t even got their lives’ in order
That’s why I be putting up some boarders
I’m stupid, I got my friends closer
And for starters, panic was the name I got back in middle school
Elvis is my name, no need to get technical
I put my fingers in my mouth
Sad cuz it’s in the form of a pistol
Blow my brain; it’s splattered on the window
I don’t know why I’m so bitter
Seeing all the bad gives me in an excuse to be badder
I have some lines that are just for the listeners
But they don’t get it, so why even bother coming out even sicker
Not the point, I need a miracle
I need to give my life some structure
Get my girl back, get myself some exposure
I keep wishing on stars but they keep exploding
Like their manufactured structures, airplanes for a shorter term
This rap thing seems farther than closer
Losing everything like I’m playing poker
Looking at the super-man balloon, hanging it up like a poster
Give me some hope, call in opera
I just want one wish to have everything go back to normal