I just want to be a shoulder
Or maybe an ear
Maybe I’m just in the wrong place
Trying to do a job
I’m not seen as fit for
Fingers can’t be toes
No matter how hard they try
Who put this mannequin together?
I just want to be a shoulder
Or maybe an ear
Maybe I’m just in the wrong place
Trying to do a job
I’m not seen as fit for
Fingers can’t be toes
No matter how hard they try
Who put this mannequin together?
Even though
She’s the one breaking
Most of the time
She holds me together
When I cry
She gives me her shoulder
I lie on the resting place
Of her own tears