Burning alive yet noone knows
Where every falling star goes,
Let's paint a sky for a paper star
We can live in a house of cards.
Every night it'll all burn down
But that's okay we're far from town
No sirens will drown out the night
The rest will settle for "I'm alright".
Creasing pages 'til thumbs are numb,
Unfold again to find our sum. Is it
Worse to feel sad or nothing at all?
I'd rather jump and take the fall.
With paper planes and paper cars
We can float all the way to Mars,
You can't know if you won't learn,
Whenever we go crash and burn.
Catch on a wind wet paper wings,
Harmonize to the things is sings,
Fly for footed ancestral trees;
Making waves on the breeze.
Harmonize to the things is sings,
Fly for footed ancestral trees;
Making waves on the breeze.
Navigating paper boats,
Casting bottles with salted notes,
Where we wrote our "ifs" and "buts";
Hearts bleed out in paper cuts.
We'll go 'round an acid pond,
Ponder how alright's still wrong,
Yet here we are watching paper cranes,
Still trying to learn our own names.

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