Cut Cut Paste

Cut cut paste

Pays to fish from the

Hole I cut in your ceiling

While you were sleeping

Dreaming of paisley pig in classy digs



My hook catches on your lip

And I reel you in

And as you rise up to my floor

The hook impairs our two tongues



And thats how we first kiss

Its something I still miss

You think I've lost my mind

Is this blood his or mine?

'Cause when we kiss our scars align



As a trail of blood

Drips for both our chins

You awake in my living room

To see it's stained your moccasins



You cry out and ask

Where you are and who am I

And I tell you, I need you

But you run and jump back down the hole



And thats how we first kiss

Its something I still miss