Paper Hearts

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