Morgan Saint

Paper Scissors

I rode my bike down the boulevard
Hope you see me when I pass your yard
He was love from the very start
Scraped my knees when I fell too hard
Too hard, too hard, too hard
(Too Hard)
Sleepless nights at the end of your bed
Come to me and rest your head
Hold my chest, feel my ribs
Come and make me feel home
Find your place in a tired wreck
Come to me and rest your head
Lay me down, feel my bones
Come and make me feel home
Come and make me feel home
Easy synth-ic, I can’t cut your teak
See my scissors, Are they too weak?
Rock Paper, will we ever win?
You’re the paper and I’m hiding
I’m hiding, I’m hiding, I’m hiding
Sleepless nights at the end of your bed
Come to me and rest your head
Hold my chest, feel my ribs
Come and make me feel home
Find your place in a tired wreck
Come to me and rest your head
Lay me down, feel my bones
Come and make me feel home
Come and make me feel home
Hopeless dreamer, Crowd-pleaser
Yeah, I’ll be in the clouds
I just make it alright
This is fucking on tonight
Let’s put up that good fight
Before it’s too late
Sleepless nights at the end of your bed
Come to me and rest your head
Hold my chest, feel my ribs
Come and make me feel home
Find your place in a tired wreck
Come to me and rest your head
Lay me down, feel my bones
Come and make me feel home
Lay me down, feel my bones
Come and make me feel home
Lay me down, feel my bones
Come and make me feel home
Come and make me feel home