Alyson Rego - Papercuts Lyrics

She's an old friend
Like an old trend
Comes back every so often
When you need something familiar
Is there something special about her
She's an old pal
Knows all your struggles
Something I'll never get
Because you never let me understand
No you never let me understand
Does she even know that I exist
Everyone you loved
I am sure she's heard of all of them
You can call me stuck-up
Because I hope I'm on top of the list
Left with paper cuts
With the letters you are drowning in
You are drowning in
Does she even really know my name
Or that girl that you met
You can't admit that you've been seeing
You write the letters out but she's been reading right in between them
Left with paper cuts
With the letters you are drowning in
And she's signing them
I'm sorry I wish I could give this story up
But it's my favorite one to tell
How she was this, but you didn't want it
I guess I'm holding on to her failure
Now I'm stuck thinking why it didn't work out
You're telling me why, I'm rooting for her now
I'm obsessive, it's sick, but what happened next
Because I can't get enough
Does she even know that I exist
Everyone you loved
I am sure she's heard of all of them
You can call me stuck-up
Because I hope I'm on top of the list
Left with paper cuts
With the letters you are drowning in
You are drowning in
Does she even really know my name
Or that girl that you met
You can't admit that you've been seeing
You write the letters out but she's been reading right in between them
Left with paper cuts
With the letters you are drowning in
And she's signing them
Oh with perfect hair, a perfect smile
Your family loves her
But so do I
Sweet like a daisy rough like fire
God, she's so perfect why aren't I
Oh with perfect hair, a perfect smile
Your family loves her
But so do I
Sweet like a daisy rough like fire
She is perfect why aren't I
Oh with perfect hair
Stupid smile
Angel-like when dressed in white
God, she's perfect why aren't I
Does she even know that I exist
Everyone you loved
I am sure she's heard of all of them
You can call me stuck-up
Because I hope I'm on top of the list
Left with paper cuts
With the letters you are drowning in
You are drowning in
Does she even really know my name
Or that girl that you met
You can't admit that you've been seeing
You write the letters out but she's been reading right in between them
Left with paper cuts
With the letters you are drowning in
And she's signing them