PAPERCUT

Conversation 
Is complicating 
My medication 
So dated and I just can't keep up 
My fascination 
Your contemplating 
My new temptation 
Feel you breathing in my lungs 

Hold that thought 
You're like me 
I think we 
Can agree 
That we're both messed up 
Make it quick 
Make it clean 
Trace the hurt back to me
I'll be your paper cut 

I'm fixated 
And faded 
My pain is dedicated 
Head and heart are separated 
In my hand
Restless and wired 
Don't you get tired of
Feelin uninspired
Tell me what I am 
Hold that thought 
You're like me 
I think we 
Can agree 
That we're both messed up 
Make it quick 
Make it clean 
Trace the hurt back to me
I'll be your paper cut 

Slip through your hands 
And pull me right back 
Hurt you, real quick 
It happens like that 

What you waiting here for?