I'm a paper, you're a moth to flame
Could I light a match and burn again?
But my skin still tastes like cinnamon
How about you
Did you say you were a gentleman
I know I am but feels like you pretend to
I go through the storm until the end
How about you
I can't be what you want me to
Feed your ego like the others do
Even if part of me wanted to she's too strong now
If I'm a shadow you're a puppet man
I wanna fit you like a glove again
But my skin still tastes like cinnamon
How about you
Did you say you were all in again?
I know I was but feels like you pretend to
I go through the storm until the end
How about you
I can't be what you want me to
Feed your ego like the others do
Even if part of me wanted to, she's too strong now
Strong now
Strong now
I'm a paper, you're a moth to flame
Could I light a match and burn again?
But my skin still tastes like cinnamon
How about you
