Found a polaroid in a shoebox sleeve
Of a version of us I still can't leave
The edges are frayed and the colors are bled
Just like the things that we never said
I'm tracing the lines of your ghost in the air
While the kettle hums a tune of despair
Coffee's gone cold, but I'm holding the cup
Waiting for a sun that won't ever show up
And I'm walking around with this paper thin heart
One little breeze and I'll tear right apart
Folded in layers of"maybe" and"why"
Drifting like smoke in a lo-fi sky
Yeah, it's delicate, fragile, and easy to burn
Just a page in a book that you'll never return
The 2 A.M. glow of the streetlamp light
Is the only thing keeping me steady tonight
I play that old tape till the ribbon gets thin
Trying to find where the ending begins
The floorboards are creaking a name I forgot
Or maybe I'm tied in a memory knot
I'm a sketch in the margin, a blur in the frame
Searching for warmth in a flicker of flame
Write it down, rip it out
Shadows dancing with the doubt
If I'm made of paper, then I'm made of dust
Just a hollowed-out shell of a bridge we let rust
Yeah, I'm walking around with this paper thin heart
One little breeze and I'll tear right apart
Folded in layers of"maybe" and"why"
Drifting like smoke in a lo-fi sky
It's delicate, fragile, and easy to burn
Just a page in a book that you'll never return
Handle with care
It's paper thin
Just a whisper
In the wind
(Sound of a cassette tape clicking off)
