Paper Doll Flower Face

Keep me away from what's left
Of all the softness you had
I'm a knife always searching for one tender place
I'm a violent paper doll you always misplace
In the shadow of your terrifying grace

Laying awake until morning
Counting the cracks in the wall
I'm an empty kaleidoscope, dizzy and gray
I'm a light in your telescope, spinning in place
I'd burn alive just for the soft light on your face

All my days I wait for something more
All my days I wait for something more
All my days I wait for something more
All my days I wait for something more
All my days I wait for something more
All my days I wait for something more

You touch me likе you're learning how to lose mе
Locking the doors from inside
We learned all our sadness from watching TV
All the flowers are digital on the cemetery screen
I ran every red light just to see
If your grave still had room for me