Take these papers and tell me I'm loved.
Keep me from writing one more sad song.
There's the good news where our bold lies will build.
In paper valleys on paper mountains
This fragile house is for me to live in
And each passing sentence brings them much closer to me
The weight brings them down
Fix me quickly, before I bend and break
I've got troubles building on me
And one day if I don't escape
This refuge I built will take me away
And each passing sentence brings them much closer to me
The weight brings them down