Paper Thin Devotion
Track 7 of Mirror Season
[ Lyrics ]
I gave you my heart in cursive. I gave you my heart in cursive. Pen in my hands, ink on my skin, wrote your name like it would never end. Every 'I love you' in looping script, said with a voice that couldn’t accept you weren’t the one to hold it all. I handed my soul—no safety net, no call. You smiled like a promise, soft and slow, so I gave you the parts no one else knows. No red flags, just rose-tinted fears, danced in your arms like salvation was near. You didn’t ask for my whole damn truth— I just handed it over like a fool in youth. I gave you my heart in cursive, neat and pretty, trembling, nervous. Wrapped in ribbons, sealed with trust— broke in your hands like fragile dust. I gave you my heart in cursive, baby, look what you did. I gave you my heart… and I’m still writing it. Remember the night I left my phone unlocked? Let you scroll through the poems I’d tucked in voice memos—raw, confessional, true. You laughed and said, ‘I see me in you.’ Now I wonder if that’s all I was— lines you liked, then dropped because you never learned to read between. Just took the love and called it ‘scene’. I was a journal you borrowed one spring, highlighted the good, ignored the sting. Now I’m learning to write for me— ink like armor, no melody. Paper thin, yeah, that was me— love like stationery, meant to be folded, carried, gently kept. But you crumpled me in your pocket and left. Now I’m tearing the draft in two— rewriting devotion… but this time, in glue. I gave you my heart in cursive, beautiful, bleeding, barely rehearsed. Signed in silence, sealed with pain— found my worth in the flood of rain. I gave you my heart in cursive, baby, look what you did. But I’m writing a new one… and it's not for you, kid. I gave you my heart… now it’s mine to live. I gave you my heart… But I’m keeping the pen.