Spare Change - Ingrid Michaelson

Aching, longing

Save all your hands for me

'Cause I won’t share them

With anything, anyone, no

I grew from you

Branches from a dying tree

But I could save you

If only you looked for me

You can’t 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’t 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’ve tried

The more that you’ve pried

Yourself away…