I know youand'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 donand't remember ever falling down
who picked you up, who gathered around
but you donand't have to be his girl
and you donand'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 somethinand' to keep
when you finally fall asleep youand're awake in dreams
hanging by the ankles in a skeleton ravine
I know youand've kicked the lights, fell on your shoes
punched out the colors, leaving you the blues
but you donand't have to be his girl
and you donand't have to be my girl
you can always be your own girl
Thereand's a soft melody thatand's ringing in my ears
simple and slow and it always brings you here
with broken crayons youand've scribbled on the wall
shapes of nothing and shadow box them all
Your fingertips are broke and your knees donand't bend
your imagination took the worst hit and cut itand's skin
but you donand't have to be his girl
you donand't have to be my girl
you can always be your own girl
Thereand's a soft melody thatand's ringing in my ears
and itand'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 canand't tie another, another knot of hope
and you donand't have to be his girl
and you donand't have to be my girl
you can always be your own girl
