Paper Cuts Lyrics

You're a california wildfire; a disease for the sick.
You're putting holes in your hands just to say that you've sinned.
You breathe fire like a smoking gun
but you dress up the wounds just to prove you're still the pretty one.
The afterlife is painted pale like your skin.
You're drilling holes in your teeth for the crowns to wear on your head.
You're a paper cut a little too deep;
you're the (xxx) that nobody keeps.

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I'M ON MY OWN;
I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO
AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK.
I'M MY OWN MAN NOW; I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE.
I DON'T NEED ANYBODY.

You're the cyanide; another head in the oven.
You swallow pills for the thrill but you can't swallow your pride.
You talk dirty in your movie scenes
the way you talk to yourself in your sleep; you're just a wet dream.
You hollow out your bones to say you can fly.
You're putting holes in your head so the world can see through your eyes.
You're a paper cut a little too deep;
you're the (xxx) that nobody keeps.

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY.
I'M ON MY OWN; I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO
AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK.
I'M MY OWN MAN NOW; I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE.
I DON'T NEED ANYBODY.

Cut yourself up for the fix;
you're a catalyst for this masochistic pyschosis.
You're a guillotine swinging above our necks;
you're the nicotine; you're the kerosene.

HEY. YEAH. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY.
JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE AND I'LL LIVE MINE.
HEY. YEAH. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK.
I'M ON MY OWN.