st. louis

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 reeally 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's you give it up

it's like you never tried

never 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