Paper

Every time I'm walking down the road I hold your notebook paper

With your number on it

Gave it to me crying you went flying hoped to see me later

Oh how ironic

Called me by the phone when I'm looking at the rainy weather

I'm claustrophobic

Once I hear your insecurities

I made myself a goal to deny your every call forever

Cause you're haunting

Haven't even thought a single second I would change forever

And I bleed with grief