Paper & Glue

Oh,

Can you see right through?

Cause I feel like my bones are just made up of paper and glue.

 

Oh,

Do you come here too?

Cause I’d ask you to dance but I don’t know if you’re in the mood.

 

Oh,

Will you be my muse?

Cause I feel like my body is longing for something in you.

 

Oh,

Do you feel me too?

Cause I need you to see me for more than just paper and glue.