[INTRO: Sims]

Paper Tigers, for Doomtree

[ONLY VERSE: Sims]

You're born with an outline

It's your way to ink it in

Looks like the crimson king pushed it to the brink again

While you're ship sets sail you row with broken oars

Two thousand... what ever, no room for closing open doors

I hoped you hoped for more

But that heart went cold, blame it on the weather

Remember when we wanted something better? Ah! Whatever...

It's a new year and thank God that you're here

I know the wings are getting heavy

I wrote this in the womb and I carved it in the moon

As real as it could ever get

I feel like I could sleep 'til June

You're so plug in but... So out of tune

Time to change the station, better yet change their shape

Stacked like sardines in a stacked city scape

But here we are tonight

We are the lights, we are the bright escape

Plan, Minnesota, cold shoulders where I come from

Young solider on It's own bang a big drum

I'm nothing like a phenomenon

It's the same Two-Step I press on and on

Young lucky and I'm still alive

I should have died

I should have been the one, I hope I see you on the other side

Soon as I saw them lights

I thought a flight

But tonight I'll grab hold and dig the cleats into my life