Paper Cup Words - Linnea Olsson, Elin Ruth Sigvardsson, Elin Ruth

I’ll let it burn

Words in a dirty paper cup

And I’m gonna turn, cause I’ve had it with this place for now

I’m gonna find shelter where you can’t call me, where you can’t 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 didn’t even see how my tears ran

I was too tired to listen to you then

Saturday night

You’ve got taste for fireside

It’s open mike at kings head downtown, but I can’t 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 didn’t 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