Papercuts

I want you

I miss you

I need you honey

I am the man who was meant to be your lover

I hate you

Don’t ever want to see you again

And if I do I will make like I don’t know you

It’s all or nothing with me baby

And I won’t ever let you love me

Giving myself papercuts

Making wings to fly me to you

Now I know no folded dreams

Can make for me a way to be with you

You’re not my keepsake

I’m not your property

So don’t bother me

Girl I don’t really want you around

It’s only love, honey

It’s just a foolish thing

And no it’s never really worth the suffering

Oh but don’t you love me baby

If only you would love me now I’m

Giving myself papercuts

Making wings to fly me to you

Now I know no folded dreams

Can make for me a way to be with you

It’s already one in the morning

It’s too late for you to go home

Don’t you think?

Do you think that you could stay here?

And will you whisper little words of welcome

And glad tidings, lie beside me?

Or will my love sleep alone again?

 

Giving myself papercuts

Making wings to fly me to you

Now I know no folded dreams

Can make for me a way to be with you

With you