I see you shaped in dotted lines
You waste your time and all of mine
I cut you out and then I'll try
To fold you to a paper boat
Your special present
The one I'll only stare at
Sits waiting on my door steps
You wrapped it up nicely in regrets
Your wounds they never start to heal
You blind me with your sunless smile
The rain and its one-hand clapping sound
Will be the only applause you get