paper boy. write the words you want to read on my surface turn me into the novel you want to lose yourself in write your prayers in cursive and have me wearing my praise for you, wearing my faith in you, my heart on my envelope sleeve. my absolute trust that you will not rip me into pieces and scatter me on a parting wind; if you burn me, please remember to ******* out.
paper boy, paper boy. i'm not strong enough to last for very long you can see all of my creases, my ripped edges, my stains; but i can keep your secrets folded into myself and i promise you, your words will remain just try to keep my dry my inky blackness tends to spill when my eyes are leaking
paper boy. if you want to upgrade to something with a metal spine more hard drive, durability i'll understand you only have to write your breakup songs upon my chest and i'll take those lyrics to the grave with me when you lay my tattered shreds to rest
i don't know i tend to write spur-of-the-moment things and neglect to ever edit them