Nate Shelkey

By the change of the season
But give me a reason
For the paper sky
Give me a warning of a paper sky

It hasn’t been too long
So darlin’ what went wrong (here)?
It’s okay to doubt
It’s okay to fear this

Guess I’m not, guess I’m not, guess I’m not
I’m not used to feeling (this)
Guess I’m not, guess I’m not, guess I’m not
I’m not used to hearing (this)

Feed me a warning of a paper sky
Give me a warning of a paper sky
And when the sky’s fallin’, I’ll know that you’re not mine
I’ll take out that paper, make an airplane to fly

I don’t know what you want
I don’t know what you miss
I think you painted a picture
Of what you want in you

Guess I’m not, guess I’m not, guess I’m not
I’m not what you’re feeling
No I’m not, no I’m not, no I’m not
I’m not used to hearing this

Feed me a warning of a paper sky
Just give me a warning of a paper sky
And paper’s not perfect
But darlin’ please neither am I
And paper’s not perfect
But darlin’ please neither am I
We can begin again
Just turn the paper over and try
And paper’s not perfect
But darlin’ please neither am I