Porcelain

Barefoot on the stone floor

Waiting for a call

I feel the cold morning breeze

Through the drafty walls

I’m always indecisive

and at a loss for words

I’m over-analyzing

all the do’s and the don'ts

Oh why

Did I leave you like this

Oh why

Did I leave you this way

Mmmm..

I was made of porcelain

But turned into rock

I’m looking back at fragments

Shattered on a bed

Oh why

Did I leave you like this

Oh why

Did I leave you this way

Mmmm..