I know you’re tired of waking up on the floorPushed to the edge with nothing heavy to holdUsing your clothes as a blanket and a bedHolding your hands just to lay your headI know you don’t remember ever falling downWho picked you up, who gathered aroundBut you don’t have to be his girlAnd you don’t have to be my girlYou can always be your own girlWith the sound of your feet you follow yourself to sleepRestless and ageless and looking for somethin’ to keepWhen you finally fall asleep you’re awake in dreamsHanging by the ankles in a skeleton ravineI know you’ve kicked the lights, fell on your shoesPunched out the colors, leaving you the bluesBut you don’t have to be his girlAnd you don’t have to be my girlYou can always be your own girlThere’s a soft melody that’s ringing in my earsSimple and slow and it always brings you hereWith broken crayons you’ve scribbled on the wallShapes of nothing and shadow box them allYour fingertips are broke and your knees don’t bendYour imagination took the worst hit and cut it’s skinBut you don’t have to be his girlYou don’t have to be my girlYou can always be your own girlThere’s a soft melody that’s ringing in my earsAnd it’s the same one you could never avoid in yoursAnd if you lay down you can hear from tongue to tailsAbout a tattooed rhythm and drumming by color wheelYour rung is broken on the bottom of the ropeAnd you can’t tie another, another knot of hopeAnd you don’t have to be his girlAnd you don’t have to be my girlYou can always be your own girl