Aching, longing
Save all your hands for me
'Cause I won't share them

With anything, anyone else

I grew from you

Branches from a dying tree
But I could save you
If only you looked for me


You can 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

'Cause I don't want the
One that you make for me


You can 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 cross the floor

Watching me through
Your glass door...
Your door...


The more that I try
The more that you pry

Yourself away...