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I keep a little map inside my jacket sleeve
Not for the places that I want to leave
It's marked with the corners of a tiny town
Where you taught me how to slow down
You wrote your name on my coffee cup
The ink ran loose when the rain showed up
I laughed and said "It's just a stain"
But I washed that cup a hundred ways
Your old blue sweater still fits my chair
Like you might come back and find it there
I know the seasons don't turn around
But some small things keep their sound
I don't need a promise carved in stone
I don't need a reason to hold on
There's a little piece of yesterday
That still knows my name
You are the paper plane in my jacket
The one I never learned to throw away
Flying through the folds of my habits
Landing in the middle of my day
Oh I don't need to chase where the wind goes
I don't need to make the sky explain
You are the paper plane in my jacket
A little bit of you that still remains
Oh-oh still remains
Oh-oh still remains
I found your recipe behind the drawer
With three wrong numbers written before
You always guessed when the timer rang
You never followed what the numbers said
Now I cook that meal when I'm alone
Still making mistakes you would have known
I finally learned what you tried to show
Some things don't need to be perfect to grow
Maybe the heart is a strange old room
It keeps the light and it keeps the wounds
I changed the locks I changed the view
But there's one window facing you
You are the paper plane in my jacket
The one I never learned to throw away
Flying through the folds of my habits
Landing in the middle of my day
Oh I don't need to chase where the wind goes
I don't need to make the sky explain
You are the paper plane in my jacket
A little bit of you that still remains
If I could meet the younger me
I'd say "Don't hold too tight to everything"
Some people leave a different kind of trace
Not a goodbye not an empty space
They become the way you laugh alone
The little songs you hum at home
The quiet proof that something was real
Even after it starts to heal
You are the paper plane in my jacket
The one that carried more than words could say
Still moving through the years like magic
Still finding me in ordinary days
Oh I don't need to chase where the wind goes
I don't need to ask it where you've been
You are the paper plane in my jacket
The part of you I keep within