Papercuts
As I talk to my friends I can pretend to be social
Once I get in the groove I start to loosen up a little
But back at the office I keep my hands in my pockets with their potential
Oh man, I can't pretend to give a hoot
I know I don't look good in a suit
As I play with the band I can pretend to be myself
and to be creative, tho it just feels the same as anything else
But back at the office I couldn't help but notice I couldn't fake how I fel
Oh man, I can't pretend to give a shit
I know I don't intend to stay with it
When I'm offended I can pretend it doesn't bother me
When it's over my head I can pretend I understand it perfectly
But back at the office I seem standoffish when I'm just content to be unhappy
I pretend carefully because eventually it's what we become
And back at the office I know I'm not this person
Back at the office I can't stop this feeling from coming on
Oh man, I can't pretend to give a fuck
I guess success on paper feels more like paper-cuts
And all the boys in the background were just noise to drown out
Like poison in the well, but I'm not buying what they're trying to sell
Once I get in the groove I start to loosen up a little
But back at the office I keep my hands in my pockets with their potential
Oh man, I can't pretend to give a hoot
I know I don't look good in a suit
As I play with the band I can pretend to be myself
and to be creative, tho it just feels the same as anything else
But back at the office I couldn't help but notice I couldn't fake how I fel
Oh man, I can't pretend to give a shit
I know I don't intend to stay with it
When I'm offended I can pretend it doesn't bother me
When it's over my head I can pretend I understand it perfectly
But back at the office I seem standoffish when I'm just content to be unhappy
I pretend carefully because eventually it's what we become
And back at the office I know I'm not this person
Back at the office I can't stop this feeling from coming on
Oh man, I can't pretend to give a fuck
I guess success on paper feels more like paper-cuts
And all the boys in the background were just noise to drown out
Like poison in the well, but I'm not buying what they're trying to sell
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Writer(s): Thomas Coombes
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