Paper - d'Bronco

It's been a couple months since I moved in all my stuff But this place still don't feel like it's my home And everybody thinks that we're the poster kids for love But we lay in bed and make love to our phones Even at our lowest low, we don't ever let it show We both know we shouldn't be together But we look good on paper We keep foolin' all the neighbors They think we've got a perfect life 'Cause they don't hear us when we fight, so We look good on paper Then we fall apart later Then we fall apart later Friday night when we go out and meet all of our friends You're in that little black dress that I like Posin' for a photograph, we smile and play pretend Is there any part of you that's tired of that? Even at our lowest low, we don't ever let it show We both know we shouldn't be together But we look good on paper We keep foolin' all the neighbors They think we've got a perfect life 'Cause they don't hear us when we fight, so We look good on paper Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh It's been a couple months since I moved in all my stuff But this place still don't feel like it's my home I don't wanna waste your time I know I'm just wastin' mine So, tell me why the hell we're still together? Is it 'cause we look good on paper? We keep foolin' all the neighbors They think we've got a perfect life 'Cause they don't hear us when we fight, so We look good on paper Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then we fall apart later Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Trying to get me to stop Oh, I try but I can't Dying to hear you just talk Oh, I'd die just to hear you again Over and over I'm pushing these boulders up walls Shorter and shorter, these days make me older I can't complain, I can't refrain I've got two hands and my wrists And today they'll create One million paper-made birds That will fly but will break Colder and colder, you give me that shoulder again No rhyme or no reason explains all the treason you left me with It's on your lips Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I've turned my hands into fists So today I can break One million paper-made birds That will fly, not today Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh