Porcelain

You're holding me like Porcelain

Almost breaking in your fingertips

And even if I shatter to a million

You pick me up and glue me back together

I'm envious of the faces who

See your tired eyes at school

And I'm envious of the people who

Stop at red lights next to you

Oh being young

Being young

We're all standing on the edge of the cliff

Waiting to jump every direction

Well growing up

Means growing old and

I want to grow old with you

Well I love you

With all my skin

Every bone in my skeleton

I rock our baby in my dreams

And paint the nursery olive green

Being young

Being young

We're all standing on the edge of the cliff

Waiting to jump every direction

Well growing up

Means growing old and

I want to grow old with you

Oh you're holding me like porcelain

Almost breaking in your fingertips

And even if I shatter to a million

You'd pick me up and love me back together