Paper & String

A song about loss and hurt and that arduous, messy art of finding closure. As simple and as complicated as that.

All these rules to follow
Definitions to memorize
An expectation
To learn a new language overnight

But all I have is a memory
Of that song you used to sing
Pretend to piece myself together
Like I am made of paper and string

Turn the lights down low
As the night air trickles in the window
If I could leave, you know I would
But I’m bound to a dream

It trails me along
Makes me believe you could do no wrong
But, deep inside, I already know
The damage is done

Call me by a new name
And if you say it loud enough
Let it linger in the air
You may see me as someone you could love

Now all I have is a memory
Of some song you used to sing
Years go by and I unravel and fray
Like I am made of paper and string
Made of paper and string

Turn the lights down low
As the night air trickles in the window
If I could leave, you know I would
But I’m bound to a dream

It trails me along
Makes me believe you could do no wrong
But, deep inside, I already know
The damage is done

Oh, I’m a moth to the flame
Some worn-out cliché, history repeating
They say, “Focus on your breathing, feet on the ground, heart beating”
But your silence is all I can hold onto

It trails me along
Makes me believe you could do no wrong
But, deep inside, I already know
The damage is done
Deep inside, I already know
The damage is done
Deep inside, I already know