Lyrics
The scissors laughed as they passed me by
A mocking grin from the paper supply
I reached too quick
Oh what a price to pay
A tiny slice turned my world to gray
Got the paper cut blues
Oh it stings so true
A tragedy born of construction glue
Oh
It's small but it's cruel
Yeah
It'll make you lose
Got the paper cut blues
What's an artist to do
The watercolor sighed
The crayons stayed mute
Even the glitter showed no dispute
The ruler stood tall
But it offered no guide
Just me and my finger
With nowhere to hide
It's a battlefield here in this craft supply war
A wound so small but it's aching to the core
Got the paper cut blues
Tearing me in two
My canvas cries for the art I pursue
Oh
It's sharp and it's mean
Like a knife in a shoe
Got the paper cut blues
And I'm feeling subdued
I bandaged it up with some masking tape
But the pain
Oh the pain
It just won't escape
Like a masterpiece ruined by a careless smudge
This paper cut's judgment refuses to budge