Paper Doll - Colour Bomb

You’re always in and out again like a good thief

Sliding beneath the door to where I rest

You’d paper-cut your final words on my bare skin

And leave me to wake and read them on my chest

I wouldn’t pretend to understand

My paper doll

Not fit to fold

I’ll hold you while I can

I cut you out from a crowd of playthings

And promised to keep you from the rain

I’d dance with you in public space if it helped things

But you’d catch the wind and tear away

Paint your smile and then

Forget it is there

It’s on off on again

Again it’s on again