The Boy Made Of Paper

[Verse 1]
Mortal man, fragile minds
And I'm terrified all the damn time
And I'm tired of feelin' tired, wish I retired
But you'd be sad if I was gone at least
But I wish that you felt different
So many sleepless nights, I'm countin'
And I wish I wasn't such a coward
So bring me down, that’s what you do best
I'm sorry I'm so depressed
But you wanted that, didn't you?
But you wanted that, didn't you?

[Chorus]
Leave my body in a field
Bitch, I'll send you a postcard
At least you didn't have to see me cry
I hate this sound 'cause it reminds me of me

[Verse 2]
Fragile man, broken hands
'Cause I've been typin' all the things that you did wrong
And I'm tired of overthinking
And I'm drowning in the consequences of talking to you
I'm sorry I'm not the one, to get this torch for you
To be the man you wanted me to be, I can't carry on like this

[Chorus]
Leave my body in a field
Bitch, I'll send you a postcard
At least you didn't have to see me cry
I hate this sound 'cause it reminds me of me