Paper Cut Heart

I found your note in my hoodie

Folded up thin in the wash

Ink bled soft at the corners

Like you were already gone

My room still smells like rain dirt

And that cheap cherry gum

I keep your laugh in the drawer

Next to the things I don’t touch

Say it again

Say it to my face

I keep the bruise

I keep the place

I’m still here

I’m still here

With a paper cut heart

And a hand on the door

I’m still here

I’m still here

You can leave the lights on

I won’t beg anymore

Your jacket’s hanging crooked

On the back of my chair

Sleeve full of old mistakes

Seams pulled thin from the wear

I walked past the corner store

Where we bought those sour rings

Now the clerk just nods at me

Like he knows what that means

Say it again

Say it to my face

I keep the bruise

I keep the place

I’m still here

I’m still here

With a paper cut heart

And a hand on the door

I’m still here

I’m still here

You can leave the lights on

I won’t beg anymore

If I fold small enough

Will you call my name?

If I burn through the night

Will you stay the same?

I hate how the silence

Still knows where I live

But I’m not your ghost

I’ve got something left to give

I’m still here

I’m still here

With a paper cut heart

And a hand on the door

I’m still here

I’m still here

You can leave the lights on

I won’t beg anymore

I’m still here

I’m still here

And if you come back

I might hurt a little more