Porcelain Hearts

She waters glass-made flowers

In a field that never grows

Painted skies above her window

Where the plastic sunlight glows

Every breath she takes feels borrowed

From a dream that no one knows

And it drains her slow

It drains her slow

Porcelain hearts in a cardboard world

Cracking slow but still they swirl

I try to love but it turns to smoke

When I reach for you I choke

If I could break through this painted skin

Would you still let me in

He sleeps beside the static

With a face that time forgot

Used to heal the shallow fractures

Now he can barely touch his thoughts

Every whisper turns to silence

Every truth begins to rot

And it drags him low

It drags him low

Porcelain hearts in a cardboard world

Cracking slow but still they swirl

I try to love but it turns to smoke

When I reach for you I choke

If I could break through this painted skin

Would you still let me in

We dance in imitation light

Pretending it’s enough tonight

But I’m tired of breathing fumes

Of what we thought was life

Maybe love’s a hologram

That flickers when it lies

If I could be your shadow’s truth

Not just the shade behind your youth

Would you see me then or not at all

Porcelain hearts they fall