Cardboard Cutouts Lyrics

Getting cold

Staring at a fire

Breathing sharp

Little pains

Sometimes I

Wonder if I am

No different than

Cardboard cutouts

Then I see your face

I remember everything will change

Painted black a room

And I stare at the ceiling

And no one will answer if I knock down all of the walls

Sitting quietly

And I stare at the ceiling

And no one will answer if I knock down all of the walls

Getting cold

Staring at a fire

Breathing sharp

Little pains

Sometimes I

Wonder if I am

No different than

Cardboard cutouts