A paper cut is all it takes to make you bleed,
The tiniest of cuts is all you need.
I cut my finger today on a letter you wrote,
Now I’m drowning in me, and I don’t know how to float.
I made a ship from your letter and sailed away,
But the paper got soft and fell apart in a day.
I was dragged to the bottom by the weight of my wealth.
I saw you down below, and you toasted my health.
You shouldn’t write me letters because I don’t want to know
Everything that you’re doing because I know it’s for show.
And I’m speaking the truth, I don’t care what you say;
None of this would’ve happened if you’d just gone away.