paper boy
    i tell myself that i'm not sick
    that it? all in my head

    i tell myself i don't need to breathe
    that i? already dead

    i'm full of lies
    thats all i am
    thats all i'll ever be
    i'm not complaining
    oh quite contrary
    i'm happy to be me

    i dance on purple graves
    i set the angels free
    i spit on them
    they look away
    no ones as strong as me

    it's all i ever dream about
    the lies, the lies
    they make me shout
    i'm not really a paper boy
    its all a lie
    its all a lie