Flower Tattoos

Her old flower tattoos Are ragged and worn Her t-shirt and sneakers are tattered and torn She could make a few dollars Through peddling porn A forgotten girl Who's living next door He's the boy on the sidewalk You're stepping around A teaspoon and tinfoil are spread on the ground Needless to say you'll forget for a while But the pain will be worse Next time around Jane was her name She was born in LA To a daddy who's absent and a mama who drank Aspiring dancer Who's light on her feet So she ran for the hills Just to follow her dreams From studio sets To poles on the strip Found solace in substance In rooms dimly lit No one to look up to and too young to get That the bed that she's made Will be stained with regret Please hold on Your race is not run The bruises and dirt don't determine your worth So please carry on Your race is not run The bruises and dirt don't determine your worth So please carry on Please carry on Your race is not run The bruises and dirt Don't determine your worth Please hold on Your race is not run Please hold on Race is not run