Papier‐Mâché Songtext
von Close Talker

Yeah you′re moving up
Nothing's gonna get in your way
The house feels like it′s papier-mâché
Is it enough
The way I'm growing up?
Thirty hit me square in the face
But I still can't seem to get out my way
So would you settle for us if you could choose right now?
If you only knew how you could ruin me


Man you′re such a show-off
Standing with your chest puffed
When′d you get so tough?
Yeah you're moving up
Is it enough
The way I think I′m holding it down?
Don't know why you′ve been keeping me around
And now you've been asleep for an hour or so
I′m wearin' the floor where my feet always go
Should I double down on the game or clean the mess that you made
Or just consider all the little I know?
Would you settle for us if you could choose right now?
If you only knew how you could ruin me

Man you're such a show-off
Standing with your chest puffed
When′d you get so tough?
Yeah you′re moving up
Is it enough?
Nothing's gonna get in your way
The house feels like it′s papier-mâché