We shouldn't play with scissors together.

Assistant please give me a life to shove into motion, like it not.
I won't take it anywhere, I won't give it anything.
I'll look up and admire the razor blade lines.
That she left on the mirror, I'll watch them spell out the day.

I can't see my feet.
I don't like it, it freaks me out.
I can't seem to defeat.
My own sharp tongue.
I don't like it, get it out.

Tell me, tell me to speak to you.
Cause I'm barely able to see you.
(Even though my eyes are wide...)
And looking straight at you.

I can't see you eye to eye, and it freaks me out.
I don't, you don't like it, we'll always repeat.
My sharp tongue, your righteously blind heart.
I cut out paper shapes that I can't seem to defeat.
I can't see my feet.
I don't like it, it freaks me out.
I can't seem to defeat.
My own sharp tongue.
I don't like it, get it out.

They leave... razor lines... that she leaves in the mirror.
So that every time, that I look, at my self... I see.
Reminders of how I'm constantly defeated, depleted.

Tell me, tell me to speak to you.
Cause I'm barely able to see you.
(Even though my eyes are wide...)
And looking straight at you. I don't like it, cut it out.