Paper Clips

We're your teen pretend your eighteen
Maybe when you're told you'll be scared of anything
Like how when and down below
Hard that you thought you'd go
Better touch all of the tabletops
Count all of the garden rocks.

Out through the mouth pretend your eighteen
Maybe when you're grown this will all have been a dream
The bathroom mirror the stucco walls
The devil waiting in the hall
A pretty wind and quiet snow
Paper clips all in a row.

But life has just tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to awful stop in the races
Cause life had just tripped you up by your laces
By your laces.

Dark weather like your eighteen
Bandaging your background like your bleach clean
The waiting room the hallow gaze
The acceptance of fleeting fate
Kids were in their summer low
Paper clips all in a row.

Cause life has just tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to awful stop in the races
Cause life it just tripped you up by your laces
Your life had just tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to awful stop in the races
Cause life had just tripped you up by your laces
By your laces
By your laces.