I tried to write a song for you
So I wrote down my feelings and reread them twice.
But I didn’t want anybody to see
So I folded it up into a paper crane.
And I didn’t want anybody to know
So I set the bird in the river and watched the paper melt away.
But my feelings aren’t at the bottom of the river.
They’re skating on it and twirling around
And they’re falling down and skinning their knees on the ice.
Ice heals scrapes, but water won’t fix paper.
So I guess I’ll have to try again on another day,
When I’m not scared for people to see
Or embarrassed for people to know.