Vista previa
I know you´re tired of waking up on the floor
Pushed to the edge with nothing heavy to hold
Using your clothes as a blanket and a bed
Holding your hands just to lay your head.
I know you don´t remember ever falling down,
Who picked you up, who gathered around
But you don´t have to be his girl
And you don´t have to be my girl
You can always be your own girl.
With the sound of your feet you follow yourself to sleep
Restless and ageless and looking for somethin´ to keep,
When you finally fall asleep you´re awake in dreams,
Hanging by the ankles in a skeleton ravine.
I know you´ve kicked the lights, fell on your shoes,
Punched out the colors, leaving you the blues.
But you don´t have to be his girl
And you don´t have to be my girl
You can always be your own girl.
There´s a soft melody that´s ringing in my ears
Simple and slow and it always brings you here
With broken crayons you´ve scribbled on the wall
Shapes of nothing and shadow box them all.
Your fingertips are broke and your knees don´t bend,
Your imagination took the worst hit and cut it´s skin.
But you don´t have to be his girl,
You don´t have to be my girl,
You can always be your own girl.
There´s a soft melody that´s ringing in my ears
And it´s the same one you could never avoid in yours,
And if you lay down you can hear from tongue to tails
About a tattooed rhythm and drumming by color wheel.
Your rung is broken on the bottom of the rope
And you can´t tie another, another knot of hope.
And you don´t have to be his girl
And you don´t have to be my girl
You can always be your own girl.