Testo Paper Cup Words Elin Sigvardsson
I'll let it burn.
Words in a dirty paper cup.
And Iâm gonna turn, cause Iâve had it with this place for now.
Iâm gonna find shelter where you canât call me, where you canât grab me.
If I got to choose, had the opportunity to switch location or set my mind on whatever I wanted to,
I would take it right away from you.
You brought me in and you spoke in tongues about what lies within.
About your little fire.
You brought me in and you didnât even see how my tears ran.
I was too tired to listen to you then
Saturday night.
Youâve got taste for fireside.
Itâs open mike at kings head downtown, but I canât manage to get myself there somehow.
A million reasons just to sit along here and speak to the telly and listen to your conversations
You brought me in and you spoke tongues about what lies within.
About your little fire.
You brought me in and you didnât even see how my tears ran.
I was too tired to listen to you then.
I'll let it burn, words in a broken paper cup.