Talking about roses and the time we spend All tied up to our luke warm homes Knock on the door and all I hear is chatter About how I will end up alone I've written you in blackest ink I've written you sweetly by morning light I have sent these pages on their way They're bigger than all these little men combined There's four of us up here It's me, quill, ink, and paper And the four of us will not betray No money will shake us There's four of us up here It's me, quill, ink, and paper And the four of us will not betray No money will shake us I'm gonna lie down in this snail house And I'm gonna change the locks I will let time change my face And time will change itself Tik Tok Tik Tok And the only blood I draw in this war And the only blood I draw in this war And the only blood I draw in this war Are papercuts, papercuts, papercuts, papercuts Father says it's not his fault Father says he was not in charge I got this broken brain, I have been calling it names But look, mother, it's gotten me this far Father says it's not his fault Father says he was not in charge I got this broken brain, I have been calling it names But look, mother, it's gotten me this far And the only blood I draw in this war And the only blood I draw in this war And the only blood I draw in this war Are papercuts, papercuts, papercuts, papercuts