We were cutting from a grocery bag Crooked shapes on the kitchen floor You were laughing at the jagged edges Said: Perfect's just a little too sure Glue on your fingers Ink on my arms You drew a future Inside those charms Paper hearts Pinned up on my window Fading at the edges But they're still holding on Paper hearts Folded in the dresser Every little wrinkle Is a love we've lived upon Paper hearts Paper hearts You wrote notes in the margin of days Tiny arrows to the best parts Circled jokes on the backs of receipts Signed your name with a crooked heart Years stack like letters Rubbed soft at the seams We keep taping back the corners We keep walking through these scenes If the colors ever wash out From the rain and from the Sun I'll still trace every crease line Where our lives were pressed as one