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 across the floor 
 Watching me through 
 Your glass door.
 Your door.
 
 The more that I tried 
 The more that you pried 
 Yourself away.