You Don’t Have To Be Strong

The sun comes up on Central Park
You are lying in the dark
New York holds you like a baby
In her arms

Friday night did you in
Côtes du Rhône and Vicodin
A purple stain upon your skin
And you're alone

You're tired of
Holding up
More than your half of the world
Girl...

You don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be strong
When you're with me

I saw your form in silhouette
Cereal and cigarettes
And your apartment candlelit
Where shadows paint the walls

Where strangers hang
In picture frames
Sullen faces with no names
You want to go to where they came from
If you could

It's hard to talk
About your pain
Always the one holding the reins
But things change...

And you don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be...

Just lay your head
Down on my chest
It's OK if you're broken
Like me

You don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be strong
When you're with me
You don't have to be...
To be...
To be...
When you're with me