Paper Cuts

Fill my cup, we drink from the same well
Fill my cup, we drink from the same well
Love, fill my cup we drink from the same well

Now there's anguish and comfort
No food to dessert
Poverty-stricken to luxury living

We are lost, in the high low
We could be found somewhere in the middle
Somewhere in the middle

Caught in that cycle on repeat
Chasing that paper but paper cuts bleed
Paper cuts bleed, paper cuts will bleed
We are lost, in the high low
We could be found somewhere in the middle
Somewhere in the middle
So what are we doing to keep this flow alive?
We need water just to survive
What are we doing to keep this flow alive?
We need water just to survive
Fill your cup but fill mine
Fill your cup but fill mine

Paper cuts will bleed