you can call me your porcelain girl but if you had the capacity to see past skin you'd notice my porcelain heart. that will break and shatter at the tap of a finger.
and baby you just suckerpunched it...
maybe im thinking too far into things. but why quit what you do best?
but not even the professionals can put into the words the way i feel about you.
ill pretend i could care less, but not having that summer. not having your heart. not having your love. not having you. not having us is tearing me apart.