Porcelain

I want to be real for you.

Unlock this doll of porcelain.

For now I can see the world

With my eyes painted on.

There is something I must be; there is something I must need.

Lost without you.

You are the holder of my world,

You gave it all from the palm of your hand.

Taste the bitterness upon your fingers

It’s the taste I’ve endured for so long.

There is something you must be; there is something you must need.

Lost without me?

I walk by, silhouetted by the sun.

In my days you owned, I’ve never seen the dawn.

Be this pretty picture, wrap me up in your fingers,

The furthest I could go is when you’re dead and gone,

But now that I am free, God-speed to my glass feet.

I am done and gone, just like the setting sun.

There is something we must be; there is something we must need.

Lost without you.