put on my ugly face,
and from now on we'll see what chances i take.
i trade my paperclips by day,
the ice chips on my back don't melt away.
still the same,
but who's to know,
finding reasons why i can't let go.
beneath these dirty hands i lay,
but this heavy load it burns.
so be careful what you wish for,
just be careful what you wish for.
it just might slip away,
if there's nothing left for me to say.
put on my pokerface,
and maybe i won't see the ways you've changed.
i trade my dishpan hands,
for the freedom of myself.
still the same,
i need to know,
if falling into you can help me let go.
cover up my paper cuts,
and hopefully i've given up on you.
in this calm i find,
this sympathy's run dry.
edging to your doorstep,
is farthest from my mind.