| Song | Never Your Girl |
| Artist | Beth Thornley |
| Album | Wash U Clean |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (*Beth Thornley) | |
| For a long time I pretended there would be a perfect end* | |
| That for now it didn’t matter. | |
| Turn the tourniquet again. | |
| And all hands here without hearts don’t know what they started. | |
| You can’t say you love me ‘cause I know where we’ve been. | |
| You can’t say you love me and do it all again. | |
| All the sparrows in the attic, they get quieter every day. | |
| All their singing got them nowhere. | |
| Oh, they wish they never came. | |
| And the lost here and the scorned wish they’d never started. | |
| Oh, it’s just a line between here and gone. | |
| Oh, all of that time on a lost cause. | |
| And I’ve never quite forgotten how you promised me the world. | |
| How I thought that meant you loved me | |
| But I was never your girl. |
| Beth Thornley | |
| For a long time I pretended there would be a perfect end | |
| That for now it didn' t matter. | |
| Turn the tourniquet again. | |
| And all hands here without hearts don' t know what they started. | |
| You can' t say you love me ' cause I know where we' ve been. | |
| You can' t say you love me and do it all again. | |
| All the sparrows in the attic, they get quieter every day. | |
| All their singing got them nowhere. | |
| Oh, they wish they never came. | |
| And the lost here and the scorned wish they' d never started. | |
| Oh, it' s just a line between here and gone. | |
| Oh, all of that time on a lost cause. | |
| And I' ve never quite forgotten how you promised me the world. | |
| How I thought that meant you loved me | |
| But I was never your girl. |
| Beth Thornley | |
| For a long time I pretended there would be a perfect end | |
| That for now it didn' t matter. | |
| Turn the tourniquet again. | |
| And all hands here without hearts don' t know what they started. | |
| You can' t say you love me ' cause I know where we' ve been. | |
| You can' t say you love me and do it all again. | |
| All the sparrows in the attic, they get quieter every day. | |
| All their singing got them nowhere. | |
| Oh, they wish they never came. | |
| And the lost here and the scorned wish they' d never started. | |
| Oh, it' s just a line between here and gone. | |
| Oh, all of that time on a lost cause. | |
| And I' ve never quite forgotten how you promised me the world. | |
| How I thought that meant you loved me | |
| But I was never your girl. |