Papercuts from Bedroom Boogie by Thom Coombes

PAPERCUTS

As I talk to my friends I can pretend to be social.
Once I get in the groove I start to loosen up a little.
But back at the office I keep my hands in my pockets with their potential.

Oh man, I can't pretend to give a hoot.
I know I don't look good in a suit.

As I play with the band I can pretend to be myself,
and to be creative, tho it just feels the same as anything else.
But back at the office I couldn't help but notice I couldn't fake how I felt.

Oh man, I can't pretend to give a shit.
I know I don't intend to stay with it.

When I'm offended I can pretend it doesn't bother me.
When it's over my head I can pretend I understand it perfectly.
But back at the office I seem standoffish when I'm just content to be unhappy.
I pretend carefully because eventually it's what we become.
And back at the office I know I'm not this person.
Back at the office I can't stop this feeling from coming on.

Oh man, I can't pretend to give a fuck.
I guess success on paper feels more like paper-cuts.

And all the boys in the background were just noise to drown out,
like poison in the well, but I'm not buying what they're trying to sell.

• Alternative
• DIY
• Soul Pop
• anti-folk
• lo-fi
• uneasy listening
• St. John'S