There is a blank piece of paper
Crumpled up
Into a ball
It’s at the bottom of the garbage
In the room
Across the hall
You can find it buried far
Beneath the pile of black and white
Failed attempts to write a love song
Instead of what I said tonight
On this paper is the chance
To make the battles
Fade away
Take it out and fix the wrinkles
That started recently
To fray
If I could take this piece of paper
Down the hall
And in the trash
I would write a single word
To take away
The recent past
There is a blank piece of paper
That shows the bottom of her heart
And I’ll write love where it had ended
So that I’ll have a place to start
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 8:32 PM UTC
There is a blank piece of paper
Crumpled up
Into a ball
It’s at the bottom of the garbage
In the room
Across the hall
You can find it buried far
Beneath the pile of black and white
Failed attempts to write a love song
Instead of what I said tonight
On this paper is the chance
To make the battles
Fade away
Take it out and fix the wrinkles
That started recently
To fray
If I could take this piece of paper
Down the hall
And in the trash
I would write a single word
To take away
The recent past
There is a blank piece of paper
That shows the bottom of her heart
And I’ll write love where it had ended
So that I’ll have a place to start