Arrica Rose - Paper Hearts

A few pieces of paper and a story to tell,
I'd prefer scissors to a pen...
some quiet time and that record you gave me
playing over and over again.

Yeah, I've drawn from the start the strings you
could pull if you could only see, but I'll never tell
and you'll never sell the heart you made for me.

Paper Hearts, Paper Hearts

Then it all goes flat we trade words like space,
words I remember, words I erase.
Yeah, you found the time to tell me your heart wasn't built for two.
Well, it's not a tandem bike I want, baby it's just you.

Yeah, I've drawn from the start the strings you
could pull if you could only see, but I'll never tell
and you'll never sell the heart you made for me.

Paper Hearts, Paper Hearts

Late at night I wonder why simple called it a day
So I offer you what makes me short of breath in an unassuming way. In return I get a glance maybe two at best
and a little miscommunication at no extra charge.

Our Paper Hearts, Paper Hearts
Wish I knew from the start you could tear them a part.
Oh our Paper Hearts, our Paper Hearts.