Take a little piece of me and throw it all away Then question my identity And vanish like a little flame smothered in the wind But we both felt a little heat And it's not that we don't need it It's the fact we can't feel anything at all Saw you draw your guns, said "stick em' up" I'm a prisoner to the girl I used to know Paramore, paramore I feel like your paramore Covered in complexity and flowers in her hair And a heart pure as a child's soul And you touched my mind in different ways than I have ever known And I had never felt so whole And it's the simple things I miss When I'm driving in my car and you're not there And I keep my eyes wide open But I just can't seem to find her anywhere Paramore, paramore I feel like your paramore Paramore, paramore I feel like your paramore