I spent last night
Trying to fold paper cranes
To forgive you
But I’m really kind of bad at handicrafts
And all my cranes turned into
Little wads of paper

I didn’t even get to the part
Where I blew them up with my angry breath
And sent them flying about a foot-and-a-half across my room
To forgive you

I pictured my windowsill
Filled with crane after crane after crane after crane after crane.
To prove that I was the type who could give and forgive and forget and release all the
Pain, I guess
But it’s not pain that I’m feeling, it’s more like a thirst for revenge
And I really want to text you
What happens at the Red Wedding
I really really really really really want to ruin your year.

And I’ve done all the right things
Like I deleted you from my twitter
I mean I pulled you from the list of people I actually read
But I haven’t got to the point where I’ll unfollow you

I’m saving that for when you
Finally get 10,000 followers
Because as soon as you announce it,
You’ll only have
9,999

And by then I’ll have a windowsill
Filled with crane after crane after crane after crane after crane
To prove that I am the type who can give and forgive and forget and never
Complain, I guess
That you told me you loved me and then told me you’d become bored.
And I really want to text you
What happens with Tyrion and Shae
I really really really really really want to ruin your year.

But as you know
I won’t do any of that
Although it would be so easy
You can’t unsee a text
Which you of all people should know
And I’ve spent way too much time
Working out if I could spoil
Game of Thrones Season 3
In a single text
Saving room for the words
Now We’re Even

I watched the YouTube
But I still can’t make my corners fold
And I never get my creases very straight
And all I’m left with is a
Pile of wasted paper

I didn’t even get to the part
Where I got to try to forgive you
Because as it turns out, I can’t make a paper crane
To save your life

Which means I’ll never have a windowsill
Filled with crane after crane after crane after crane after crane.
To prove that I am the type who can give and forgive and forget so I have to
Explain, I guess
Why I wrote you a song as a promise that you’ll never see
Me ever try to text you
That Sam becomes a f**king wizard
I’m not the kind of person who will ever try to ruin your year.
And that’s forgiveness.