Papercuts

I don't have anoymore pretty faces

Kicking up dust keeping smiles

Filling in forms

I compared you to my favourite piece of cake

But I don't have one of

Those to put in my jewellery case

I imagined holding ground

It wasn't the first sound

I imagined papercuts

No more gain to write

I don't want to be extreme

To talk you senseless

Being worried there's no casual

If there's no flame

I allowed you to move a stone to be my simple

But I don't have a silent greed

To put it all on the front page

I imagined holding ground

It wasn't the first sound

I imagined papercuts

No more gain to write