Paper Cut

Verse 1:

You’ve confused me,

Mentally abused me,

I think I’ve gone insa-ne—

(Drums come in)

You’ve frustrated me,

Manipulated me,

It’s always me you blame.

Been mesmerized it’s true,

Been criticized by you,

Don’t you feel ashamed?—

I’ve been depressed by you,

Can’t take this stress from you,

Stop playing fucking games!—

(Instrumental build & Vocals become louder)

You can read my mind,

And rearrange my sight,

I’ve lost myself to you—

I melt and die,

From shivers down my spine,

I’ve felt so God Damn used.

Want more of what you've got to give

So sick of all this shit,

Spew venomous versions of the tru-th.

I may bend and sway,

But these bones won’t break away—,

Like a rock

I’m an 80’s Canadian ba-by!

(Drums and Guitar switch up)

Pre-Bridge:

YEEEAH I’ll Roll O—N—

I’ll Roll On And On And ON!

Bridge:

Oh—

You thought you could

Roll the dice with my heart now

Not once but twice, really?

Babe read my poker face.

My flush will beat all odds

No matter the cost

You believe your house is full of spa-des.

(Well) Such a delusional fool

My chips bet double you’ll fold,

Cuz a birdie already told me—

You just can’t keep it stra—ight.

Such a shame!

(Beat Change up)

To fight like this has got to be all wrong—

Love stings like acid in a paper cut.

Chorus:

Pray for another day;

A better day

When you can gain a grain of self control.

Close your eyes and realize

To me you’re invisible.

Pray for another place;

A better place

Where my heart won’t be deceived.

I’ll turn my head and walk away,

Laughin’ with my friends

But that paper cut still stings and bleeds.

Verse 2:

We instigate

What’s best left alone,

Salt such harmless wounds.

An arrow shot,

A dagger thrown;

We both ignite the fuse.

Gun cocked,

The trigger rests;

Attacked without remorse.

Stand alone,

No judge to rule;

Lost within a prosecution collision cour-se.

Pre-Bridge:

But-I’ll Roll On—

Like a Rock I’ll Keep On Rollin’ On!

Bridge:

Oh—

You thought you could

Roll the dice with my heart now

Not once but twice, really?

Babe read my poker face.

My flush will beat all odds

No matter the cost

You believe your house is full of spa-des.

(Well) Such a delusional fool

My chips bet double you’ll fold,

Cuz a birdie already told me—

You just can’t keep it stra—ight.

Such a shame!

To fight like this has got to be all wrong…

Love stings like acid in a paper cut.

Chorus:

Pray for another day;

A better day

When you can gain a grain of self control

Close your eyes and realize

To me you’re invisible.

Pray for another place;

A better place

Where my heart won’t be deceived

I’ll turn my head and walk away,

Laughin’ with my friends

But that paper cut still stings and bleeds.

Post-Bridge:

You’re always tryin’ to tell me

It’s not a one way street

Until you change directio—n—

Destination due North,

In the wrong lane,

We’ve drifted so far off course

(And yet) I still crave you’re love and affec-tion.

To fight like this has got to be so damn wro-ng!—

Love stings like acid in a paper cut.

(Interlude)

Chorus:

Pray for another day;

A better day

When you can gain a grain of self control.

Close your eyes and realize,

To me you’re invisible.

Pray for another place;

A better place

Where my heart won’t be deceived.

I’ll turn my head and walk away,

Laughin’ with my friends

But that paper cut still stings and bleeds.