Paper Doll

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