Held it up,
You pushed it down
Looked so wicked,
Wearing your crown,
Of cotton thorns
I guess you fake the pain, the pain
But since I can't really afford,
To give you what you want, what you want

Here I am,
Come and get me
Bundled up,
Just like my grandma sent me
Why'd you give it up,
It's like you never tried, you tried
But if you try for something more,
You'll be giving up again, up again

Picked up a rock,
Wishing it was skin
Never did know,
Where to begin
To be more of me,
I need to see less of you, of you
But since that same old feeling has gone,
This won't be near as hard, near as hard

But since that same old feeling has gone,
This won't be near as hard