If you were paper, I’d be your Paper Mate, gliding down the lines you defined but telling you what’s on my mind. And if I made a mistake, I would not hesitate. If I waste time crossing myself out I’ll never make it to your next page. I wanna get things wrong with you. Don’t have much choice at this point so I’d might as well see it through. Cause how wrong can it really be? We’ve got our whole lives to wait and see.
Furthermore, if you were paper, that guy’s a paperweight. You wanna fly all around the world but you’re not going anyplace. He wants to hold you; you think you might want the same. I just want to lift him right up off you and fold you into a plane. I wanna get things wrong with you. Don’t have much choice at this point so I’d might as well see it through. Cause how wrong can it really be, if with me or without me you’re free?