Lyrics Tiffany Giardina – Cardboard Cutout

Hey there Mr. are you sure you’re alive?
It’s looking as if you’re frozen inside
Checking your pulse, can you give me a sign?
Are you alright?

Oh it seems, you like a zombie in a trance
Innocent, they go right into your hands
Non stop race to get to the top
Oh you don’t know
Can you come down?

You’re just a cardboard cutout
Teenage sell out
I have no doubt that you’ll stay this way

CHORUS
Where did you, where did you go?
Nobody, nobody knows
I’m a fool for thinking that you’d stay the same
Traded your, traded your heart
For paper made, paper made hearts
If you don’t break out now, you’ll be stuck this way
Smillin back at me
My cardboard cutout
My my teenage sellout
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Looking at you it’s so easy to see
Living in fear of obscurity
Everywhere you go, you’re just putting on a show
It’s getting old
Do you even know?

That it seems
You’re like a puppet on a string
Wanna move, to the steps of your routine
It’s a long way back to reality
When the lights go down, no ones around

You’re just a cardboard cutout
Teenage sell out
I have no doubt that you’ll stay this way

CHORUS
Where did you, where did you go?
Nobody, nobody knows
I’m a fool for thinking that you’d stay the same
Traded your traded your heart
For paper made, paper made hearts
If you don’t break out now, you’ll be stuck this way
Smillin back at me
My cardboard cutout
My my teenage sellout
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

You’re a walking one-dimensional exhibit on display
If you were just more grounded, then you wouldn’t blow away
Tell me does it make you sad?
To see the the life you would’ve had?
You’ve lost the way
Hey!

CHORUS
Where did you, where did you go?
Nobody, nobody knows (Oh oh oh woah!)
I’m a fool for thinking that you’d stay the same
Traded your, traded your heart
For paper made, paper made hearts
If you don’t break out now, you’ll be stuck this way

Where did you, where did you go? (Where did you go?)
Nobody, nobody knows
I’m a fool for thinking that you’d stay the same
Traded your traded your heart
For paper made, paper made hearts (Paper made hearts)
If you don’t break out now, you’ll be stuck this way

I know you’ll always be
Smiling back at me

My cardboard cutout

My my teenage sell out