Paper Cranes in His Hands

You gonna go marry him
Because he's got
Paper cranes in his hands?

Because he's got
Tattoos on his arms
Because he's got
A world perspective
Because he knows
Origami

Is that why you're eying the door?

Must be nice

Must be nice to have other plans

To look at the man standing in front of you
With a beer in his hand
And know that you only have to see him
For a little while longer

I see you toeing the floor
Practicing your distraction
Like I don't notice you
Noticing the clock
Every other second

Is he gonna keep you in diamonds?
Is he gonna keep up on the rent?
Is he gonna keep you happy
Or is he just gonna make you paper cranes
And hand them to you
Over the empty kitchen table
When you're looking to eat

Well, beat it then

Go see what happens
When you take those paper cranes

Let me know how high they fly
When you're watching them
Right smack down
On the ground