Flash Paper

When you say goodbye
Could you say it
Like it's the last time
Or would that make you cry?
So you hold it
On the inside

And write it down
Cause you can't
Make a sound
Like traces to be found
Some are cardstock
With embossed letters
Some have tears
Where holes were meant to bind
And some are just flash paper
With words so quickly penned
Burned never to be read ever again
Burned never to be read ever again
Burned never to be read ever again

If I could hear you
Speak those lines
Instead of sayin'
That you're fine
Would that make you cry?
So you keep it
On the inside

You write it down
Cause you can't
Make a sound
Like traces
To be found
In a cigar box
With notes and letters
And little things
You'd usually pay no mind
Simple words mean more
Than all the syllables combined
Like I love you
And I'll miss you too
Like I love you
And I'll miss you too