PAPER HOUSE - Grant Knoche

Who made it heaven

Who made your dinner

And polished the silver (ware)

Who saw the warnings

The flames in the distance

And still just didn’t care

Even us flickering

Is the prettiest thing

I’ll keep my mouth shut

But if anyone asks

You were the match

In this paper house of mine

You came in as a guest and then

You left nothing behind

Why’d my perfect match

Just leave me high and dry

We always worked on paper, always thought that we’d be fine

In this paper house of mine

You fit the picture

Then ripped it to pieces

I guess that I wasn’t a-ware, ware, ware

I’m a notch on your bedpost

And I don’t deserve this

Yeah you just didn’t care

Even us flickering

Is the prettiest thing

I’ll keep my mouth shut

But if anyone asks

You were the match

In this paper house of mine

You came in as a guest and then

You left nothing behind

Why’d my perfect match

Just leave me high and dry

We always worked on paper, always thought that we’d be fine

In this paper house of mine

If it all burns down tonight

You’re gonna stay inside

Even us flickering

Is the prettiest thing

I’ll keep my mouth shut

But if anyone asks, asks, asks

You were the match

In this paper house of mine

You came in as a guest and then

You left nothing behind

Why’d my perfect match

Just leave me high and dry

We always worked on paper, always thought that we’d be fine

In this paper house of mine