On paper this is bad. I'm possibly the worst you'll ever have. This isn't good. Listen to your friends, you really should. I'm a mess. Politically incorrect in a dress. I'm a fool. And I'm heels over head in like with you. On paper this won't last. You're the type to love and leave her fast. This won't work. Wild and possessive, you're a ****. You're too free. And you're heels over head in like with me.
On paper it says that we are never gonna happen, basically. We're not smart. If we stay together, we'll come apart. "We won't learn," says the crinkled paper.

Well, let it burn.