I hold your hand
While you're holding up the candle
You understand
What you're bold enough to handle
You understand what to say

My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl

A dollar store
Rubber Jesus on the mantle
You stash your pills
At the bottom of his sandals
His feet are wearing away

My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl

For the world you've come this far
Deep into the dark we go
Hell was painted
On your arms

People live with scars, I know

Your mama screamed
When she thought she couldn't scream more
Your daddy's deaf
So he never heard the screen door
You walk the old desert road

My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl
My beautiful girl