PAPERCUT

Time zones follow stranger patterns When we're not together Life lines hang hope, you leave, i'll go Not linear It's a papercut a dullish kind of pain This paper house could burst right into flames Burning up, sun on my back As you talk me out my panic attack You I'd like face time, The real kind that means we're together We'll make a list - adventures to go on after this It's a papercut a dullish kind of pain This paper house could burst right into flames Burning up, sun on my back As you talk me out my panic attack You Hold my face up in your hands In the case that I can't go on like this You, you, you