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