I'm a receipt for a dollar can of pop
A ticket stub, or cigarette butt
Something someone throws away

You're the chorus to my favorite song
The flashing lights and siren alarms
Something someone would listen to
No one ever listens to me

You're an open door or a light switch
And sometimes, I know, that I'm a huge bitch
Someone you wouldn't want to talk to

I'm the seam at the side of your shirt
A misplaced comma or mild sunburn
Something no one pays attention to
Everyone knows who you are

You're the string of a red balloon
Something someone would hold on to
You're the string of a red balloon
So I'm gonna hold on
To you"