Paper Cuts

No one else knows the feeling 'cause no one's Ever been here before like this. You and I are on the inside, everyone's on The outside Looking in. And my heart breaks and it changes shape, Can we use that shape and get lost? We're not free in this love, And this place, it sure don't feel like home. We're folding lines and making things In paper cuts. We feel the sting Through bad weather. We're sitting in a paper plane. Can we hold it Together? Together in a paper plane. Holding on to the reasons with a pocket full Of questions to admit. And we're caught in a state with no way To migrate. We weren't built for this. No feathered wings and no will to try. Can we climb so high and get lost? We're not free In this love, and this place, it sure don't Feel like home. We're folding lines and making things In paper cuts. We feel the sting through Bad weather. We're sitting in a paper plane. Can we hold it Together? Together in a paper plane. Fragility, That's all you see as we fly Into the sun. We're open arms and falling free. Reach out to you, Reach out to me. Ooh. Ooh. We're not free in this love, And this place, it sure don't feel like home. We're folding lines and making things In paper cuts. We feel the sting. We're not free in this love, and this place, It sure don't feel like home. We're folding lines and making things in Paper cuts. We feel the sting through Bad weather. We're sitting in a paper plane. Can we hold it Together? Together in a paper plane.