This is human
You're not grieving
You're just making fun, of me
Twelve years into a carnal blindfold
I stuck to my guns
Until you told me
I dig the grave
You lay in
You called my bluff
I'm shaking
Paper tulips on your eyelids
You say you don't wanna do this
Paper tulips on your eyelids
You say you don't wanna do this
Kinda lost the plot this time but
I'm on your side
Know I can be hot and cold at the same time
That's the one paradox in me you don't like
Gave you everything you want in life
But you're running from me like I'm hiding something
Sinister behind these lines
Girl, suicide when you told me
I dig the grave
You lay in
You called my bluff
I'm shaking
Paper tulips on your eyelids
You say you don't wanna do this
Paper tulips on your eyelids
You say you don't wanna do this
Ooh, but you got so bored of brushes on a canvas
So you never leave with the same one you came with
And you try so hard to be so understanding
But you don't stick the landing, ooh
Ooh, but you got so bored of brushes on a canvas
So you never leave with the same one you came with
And you try so hard to be so understanding
But you don't stick the landing
