Katie Simpson - PAPERCUT Lyrics

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