Paper Cuts
Broken promises, sugar-coated lies
Burning relentlessly in your mind
Sick and twisted, in denial
Things haven't been the same in quite a while
And you think you're my everything
But you're the broken glass beneath my feet
I'm bleeding out and you're hogging all the
Bandaids for your paper cut
You think that you're the air in my lungs
And maybe there's some truth to that
I can barely move on
And you know that!
Still, you're the ball to the chain
That is bringing me down
I'm drowning in my own apologies
But they'll never satisfy you
No!
And maybe I messed up, hey!
You can't hold that over my head
You can't get inside of my head
You can't get inside of my head
And you think you're my everything
But you're the broken glass beneath my feet
I'm bleeding out and you're hogging all the
Bandaids for your paper cut
I gave up, I gave in, I gave you everything
I miss you, I miss us, though it's foolish to
Say that aloud
But I've moved on, I've moved on
And you're the fool lingering behind
Woah!
You may be smart, my old friend
But so are rats! So are rats!
And a pinch of arsenic can kill them
So who's to say that just a taste, just a taste
Of the pain won't tear you down
I'm taking it back! I'm taking it back!
All of my affection and my trust!
You are unforgiven, and I am unapologetic
And it's all very unhealthy, but I don't care
I really don't care this time
I won, and you lost
And you think you're my everything
But you're the broken glass beneath my feet
I'm bleeding out and you're hogging all the
Bandaids for your paper cut
You're just a paper cut
Small and annoying
And when I try to rid myself
Of the infection that is you
I will hurt! But only for a moment
You are not big! You will not hurt me!
I realized this far too late
I was trying to win you back
I was trying to make things right
I was trying to make things right
I was only trying to make things right!
Well, over time we healed
Isn't that nice?
Things will never be the same, of course
But I know better now, I know better now
You may someday fall back into the pit
But I know better now!
Or at least, I like to think
And you think you're my everything
But you're just a little paper cut
And I don't even need a bandaid