| clean |
| december's song |
| paperdolls |
| roadmap |
| skydive |
| subculture |
| the hollow |
| paris hilton |
| oh oh oh song |
paperdoll lament
baby I'm falling apart at the seams
how do you expect this doll to get overtop of the wall you've built for me
it's much too high up in the air for any little girl to scale [you scare me]
I thought I was tall until I met you - I guess it's the shoes after all - they've
got me
climbing over fences
scraping elbows, never knees
if I could just dig my way in there
you could excuse the poetry
I was getting awfully comfortable watching the tear down process going right
on time
watching you fall asleep in my bed, baby I must've misread what was on your
mind
so now I'm picking the gravel out from my skin, I'm ready to jump back up again
it's always the highest stretch I can never seem to manage but I'm still climbing
well we lay there in the heavy twisted wet bedsheet morning, I turned off the
alarm
rolled out of bed, into the bathroom, when I came back in the room I realised
you'd gone
back to your hideout, open chainlink eyes, awkward morning thighs you take the
lead
and now it is in your court again, all I do is keep my eyes open, waiting for
the key
sunshine don't rhyme with much anymore
but I find [when the weather is fine] I am still waiting for you to knock on
my door
baby I was never a builder, I just hated legos when I was little - didn't you?
but I bet you caught on when I gave you every song, poem I ever wrote for you
now I'm callussing my thumbs pulling up on every rung you throw my little way
I am a strong girl. I could forge through our paperdoll world if it meant you
would stay
you are
not that vague




