The Heart Within - Paper Arms

Hindsight’s the kind of bitch

That you never really get

Till you share a roof and some rent

Like I did

And I don’t think I can condense

This churning in my head

To language scrawled across a page

But I’ll try

I remember your cheeky grin

I remember the heart within

Formative years as one

Skinned knees but always fun

Forever young

I remember your cheeky grin

I remember the heart within