Papercuts

Go deep, go shallow, go a little bit faster

Who knew not caring is something I could master

What’s your weapon of choice?

Being too null and void?

It’s the lack of the little things

Got me annoyed

Overwhelmed all at once bringing up all the past hurt

Like ooh

One at a time please

Always trying to spend a dollar on a dime piece

I got what you like but you don’t got what I need

So you take it all out on me until I bleed

It’s not a gun that you wield

Not even sword and a shield

It’s far more deadly than that

Gets you from behind your back

Think I should hate your guts

‘Cause mine are on the ground

From all your little tiny paper cuts

And now I’m bleeding out

Got through, got tired, got all under my dress shirt

Got afraid, got away, got all over my record, oh

Now you’re posting our pics

Two weeks after you dipped

In your face you don’t feel me

When I’m gone you’re obsessed

Didn’t hurt not at first but it’s starting to fester

Like ooh

One at a time please

Always trying to spend a dollar on a dime piece

I got what you like but you don’t got what I need

So you take it all out on me till I bleed

It’s not a gun that you wield

Not even sword and a shield

It’s far more deadly than that

Gets you from behind your back

Think I should hate your guts

‘Cause mine are on the ground

From all your little tiny paper cuts

And now I’m bleeding out

I don’t know what you just said

But I know how it felt

I got you out of my bed

And got you under my belt

And now I’m out of your head

But I think my heart fell

And now we’ll act like we’re dead

I think this’ll go well

It’s not a gun that you wield

Not even sword and a shield

It’s far more deadly than that

Gets you from behind your back

Think I should hate your guts

‘Cause mine are on the ground

From all your little tiny paper cuts

And now I’m bleeding out