Tucker Finn © 2010

I was born with a cold paper heart
What a terribly lonely misfortunate start
To have a low ceiling for loving and feeling
Inside of my cold paper heart

I find it quite easy to lie
And my heart don’t feel nothing when old people die
It’s flattened and froze and nobody knows
Why I cling to this cold paper heart

But I can keep it like new if I can keep it from you
So go on and aim cupid darts
At my cold cold paper heart
‘Cause I was born with a cold paper heart

The doctors discovered a clue
When they x-rayed my heart they found scotch tape and glue
Was holding together for what seemed like forever
The scraps of my cold paper heart
They finally found a slight pulse
It was beating the beat of a sad little waltz
The experts all felt it was best for my health
To cut out my cold paper heart

They said a new heart would grow
But it’d be painful and slow
And they had insight they chose to impart
Someone dropped the ball right from the start
And my defense was this cold paper heart

I pressed that old heart in a book
And I cannot believe all the time that it took
For a tiny rosebud to beat with a thud
Where I once had a cold paper heart
These days I’m up and around
But the saddest part is that I’ve never since found
A person like you, who completely cut through
And once held a cold paper heart

Well I will fold it in two and I will mail it to you
If you promise me you’ll do your part
To take care of my cold paper heart
‘Cause I was born with a cold paper heart