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