Papercuts (Live at Bush Hall, London) - Lucy Spraggan

Saving grace from her own father

He's had 6 cigarettes and 10 lagers

Lights in the classroom are getting darker

Belt buckle struggle everyday is getting harder

Shaking hands, broken heart, now sirens

Tinted glass, questions asked in a white room

So many ways to feel and see love

She said the love he gives me makes me feel numb

And on the days when you've had enough

I say these words for the people I love

Mine are the hands you can trust

Scars form a time you were lost

Slowly the blade turns to rust

Remember these aren't your fears, they're just paper cuts

She had monsters too big to be demons

Prescribed medicine, can't define feelings

Memories replay and they stole her hope

She knew this day would come and that she'd be alone

Kitchen floor, on her own, no fight left

Heart beats, slow tears flow, last breath

Empty bottle on the floor as her eyes roll back

And there's a door slam, unknown footsteps

She hears her name as her hand hit the light switch

There's a voice here to help, new faces

Hand on the chest as she hears them say this

Mine are the hands you can trust

Scars form a time you were lost

Slowly the blade turns to rust

Remember these aren't your fears, they're just paper cuts

When the pain goes away and you feel like there's nothing behind you

The night, there's a gun and there's nothing to keep you awake and its all over now

And it's all over now

Mine are the hands you can trust

Scars form a time you were lost

Slowly the blade turns to rust

Remember these aren't your fears, they're just paper cuts