Muck Culture - Paper House Lyrics

I'm glossy
I'm benign
I dance on silver lines
Barbed wire in my eyes
There's never been a bluer sky before
It's bright
It's clean
Got a fig bar from the vending machine
Paper weights on the tops of my feet
Our conversations never really meant that much to me
(It's really happening
It's really happening
It's really happening to me)
So I go up north but I end up south
(You're there)
Hate you so I turn around
You let me go
You hate when I'm around
But you were slippery anyhow
(It's really happening
It's really happening
It's really happening to me)

Tie your finger with a red string
Light a candle and then blow it out
Find yourself inside of everything
And then you'll crumble like a paper house

I'm ugly
I'm a lie
Never really seem to be anyone's type
Everyone here is extremely high
So I make my exit by the borderline

I see the world as kind
I see the world
It shines
I see the world is mine
How could I have been so blind before

Tie your finger with a red string
Light a candle and then blow it out
Find yourself inside of everything
And then you'll crumble like a paper house

Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Could you make me feel safe and sound
I rue the day you come to me
They never stay
They always leave
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Take me out of this paper town
I am the curse she put on you
I curse your name
I curse them too