You're always in and out again like a good thief
Sliding beneath the door to where I rest
You'd paper-cut your final words on my bare skin
And leave me to wake and read them on my chest
I wouldn't pretend to understand
My paper doll
Not fit to fold
I'll hold you while I can
I cut you out from a crowd of playthings
And promised to keep you from the rain
I'd dance with you in public space if it helped things
But you'd catch the wind and tear away
Paint your smile and then
Forget it is there
It's on off on again
Again it's on again
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