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