Paper Cuts.

So far, so far.

They’ve only seen my cry,

They’ve never seen me try,

Harder than them.

So far, so far.

They’re living ignorant.

They’ve got the best of it,

But they just never know,

Oh listen.

 

Drink up, quick girl,

They’re coming to find you.

Run run, quick girl,

Cause no one will hide you.

 

Maybe, when we’re grown up,

These paper cuts won’t hurt so much,

And we’ll be the ones we hated,

Who never got it, lived so jaded.

Maybe, when we’re grown up,

These paper cuts won’t hurt this much.

 

So far, so far.

They’ve only heard the stories.

They think I say I am sorry.

But I never tell the truth.

So far, so far.

They think they’ve got the picture,

But they don’t see it clearly,

Blurring the lines.

Oh listen.

 

Drink up, quick girl,

They’re coming to find you.

Run run, quick girl,

Cause no one will hide you.

 

Maybe, when we’re grown up,

These paper cuts won’t hurt so much,

And we’ll be the ones we hated,

Who never got it, lived so jaded.

Maybe, when we’re grown up,

These paper cuts won’t hurt this much.

 

Cause no one will hide you,

Not from this.

Not from these paper cuts.