When I get thinking about blood being something that you're born with My days wake me up like funny little warnings Not to f** with what you're given When you're busy building something You can't speed it up or slow it down enough When everybody's taking their hearts out to be framed Here I am pulling at my edges hoping my name fades From this paper, paper, paper mache Leave my paper heart to blame I'll build it better when I'm better one day When I get thinking about time spent growing into something Just how fast some people, people out there must be running And I see everything But I don't know anything quite yet So I get tired and go to bed When everybody's taking their dreams out to be framed I'm over my head in fear and bedsheets letting the colors fade Dreams like paper, paper, paper mache Leave my paper dreams to fade I'll build 'em better when I'm better one day How much do we go building How much do we go finding Should I be listening and following Or should I be deciding 'Cause on the days when the glue don't stick That's when you start looking at your life Like an art project And you say my heart It don't need to be made of paper, of paper There's no paper mache And my dreams, they don't need to be made Of paper, paper, paper mache Leave my paper heart to blame I'll build it better when I'm better one day I'll build it better when I'm better one day