Im always unpunctual. Im still working on it. This song is about that one time I was late for my very important date. What my mind was racing through, as I was late, how scared I was of screwing up my date, all the horrible things I imagined might have happened, and finally realized how important she was to me.

Was running late for a precious date Was a bad planner made it all go to a waste Nevertheless got a bus in time of haste Stuck up in traffic seemed like waiting for a day A message rings A friend says Two tickets of her favorite play Paper Planes flying everywhere Each paper plane a probability Of things that might have happened (x4) Jumped out the bus ran like life depended on it Through sleeping cars that kept honking for an exit Tryst at the plaza, I halted gasping for it Wet till the underwear and reeking like a skunk-breed I looked around She wasn't there She's not the kind to just be late Paper Planes flying everywhere Each paper plane a probability Of things that might have happened (x4) Maybe Mike came along, just spoke to her, took her away But he's in Srinagar as of today Maybe she called Shreya to go shopping Maybe her mom came and stopped her from leaving Maybe she got tired of standing and waiting Maybe she just went to have an ice-cream Did she land in an accident? What if she is still bleeding? What if she's abducted? What if I never see her? And I see her there Giving me that stare For me the world's a blur I hope she understands I hope she understands (x4)