Paper Boy

There's a Paper Boy sitting on my steps, He's clawing at the door

His head is damp and there's tears along his arms, but he just asks for more

He just dodges all the sticks and stones they throw to break his back

But now it pours and there's no more Paper Boy coming back

The paper Boy is sitting on my chair, explaining where he's been

The tears are wide as he tries to hide the tears escaping him

We watch the rain fall from beyond the door as i try to tape him up

Fixing the tears so he's aware that this is where he belongs

Paper Boy sits beside the phone, waiting for a ring

The tape on his arms can hide the scars but not the pain he felt within