Illenium, Tom DeLonge, Angels and Airwaves - Paper Thin (Brooks Remix)

I see you at the windowsill The rain, it won't stop, the air is so chill I never heard the words you said The phone, it can't ring if the heart is dead You carry 'round your box of glass With wings so sharp that they cut too fast Runnin' when the sky comes down Growin' more cracks when you can't be found I took your heart and made it mine Do my best to justify it Call it pleasure but it feels like pain So how'd we let it get this way? Your broken heart was just like mine We built these walls and hid inside 'em I said I wouldn't let you in And now you know I'm paper-thin And now you know I'm paper-thin Maybe I'll just let you down But look at those eyes, I'm thinkin' too loud Maybe I'll just bide my time So when it feels right, you can be mine Didn't know I'd be so late Drinking all night and numbing that shame Guessing I'll be careful now I'm holding your past, I'll carry you out I took your heart and made it mine Do my best to justify it Call it pleasure but it feels like pain So how'd we let it get this way? Your broken heart was just like mine We built these walls and hid inside 'em I said I wouldn't let you in And now you know I'm paper-thin And now you know I'm paper-thin Don't lie to us, don't lie to us Don't hide from us Or anything, or anyone It will make me spin