Paper Cut, Chinese Burn

A paper cut and a Chinese burn
Is all that she left me
A door that won’t shut and a key that won’t turn
Is all that she left me
Well I tried, I tried, yeah, I really did try
I can’t get her out of my mind
Never before I’ve ever been sure
I’m sure, I’m sure this time
A spinning room and an aching head
Is all that she left me
An open wound and a string that won’t thread
Is all that she left me
Well I tried, I tried, I really did try
I can’t get her out of my mind
Never before I’ve ever been sure
But I’m sure, I’m sure this time