aching,
longing
save
all your hands for me
cause I won't
share them with anything anyone knows
I
grew
from
you
branches from a dying tree
but I could
save you if only you looked for me
you
can't break me I'm a piggy bank on the floor
watch all my spare change roll out the door
watch all my spare change roll across the floor
watching me through your glass door
save your
smile for everybody else you see
watch
all my spare change roll out the door
watch all my spare change roll across the floor
watching me through your glass door
your door
the more that I try the more that you pry yourself away