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Porcelain

Grace Power

Brain fog, so I don't know if I should drive
April turned May turned to July
I drew the curtains
No one should see all my shattered insides

White walls, white lights, throw away the key
Shut in with a book that I'll never read
Don't I look peaceful?
Trying to mimic some shred of civility

I fixate on the news
I waste my good perfume
No one's seen me in ages, ages
A broken doll, smashed on the floor now

Shut the door now, lock me in
I'll stay in hiding until I'm born again, born again
I need a cure
Oh, I am nothing without something I can give

I must be perfect
Must be porcelain, porcelain
I'll be porcelain, porcelain
I'll be porcelain

I'll be porcelain, porcelain
I'll be porcelain
I could pretend, could push it down
Ever the actor, best in town

Ever the actor, best in town
Till I burned out, till I burned out
Perfectionist with no other vice
I must be useful to survive

If I'm not useful
So what am I now? What am I now?
What am I now?
I pace an empty room

Can't last the afternoon
No one's seen me in ages, ages
A broken doll, smashed on the floor now
Shut the door now, lock me in

I'll stay in hiding until I'm born again, born again
I need a cure
Oh, I am nothing without something I can give
I must be perfect

Must be porcelain, porcelain
I'll be porcelain, porcelain
I'll be porcelain
Pick and choose the problems to obsess and to ignore

So much chronic tension
I've been searching up a storm
Dying on the vine
All my deserted teenage dreams

I can show my scars, but you can never see me bleed
A broken doll, smashed on the floor now
Shut the door now, lock me in
I'll stay in hiding until I'm born again, born again

I need a cure
Oh, I am nothing without something I can give
I must be perfect
Must be porcelain, porcelain

I must be perfect
I must be perfect
I must be perfect
Must be porcelain, porcelain, porcelain

I'll be porcelain, porcelain, porcelain

Escrita por: Michael Edwards, Grace Power, Arthur Baird Fowler