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