Lyrics

I'm a receipt for a dollar can of pop A ticket stub, or cigarette butt Something someone throws away You're the chorus to my favorite song The flashing lights and siren alarms Something something someone would listen to No one ever listens to me You're an open door or a lightswitch And sometimes, I know, that I'm a real bitch Someone you wouldn't want to talk to I'm the seam at the side of your shirt A misplaced comma or mild sunburn Something no one pays attention to Everyone knows who you are You're the string of a red balloon Something someone would hold on to You're the string of a red balloon So I'm gonna hold on To you