Porcelain End

Porcelain, like your comforting friend
Fix a hole, where the rain gets in
When your father died, new wounds open up
And you don't feel good enough or smart enough or anything anymore
Now life ends up on the floor
Pretty skin, once looked warm now cold
Like the tub you're in
Old soul, not so old
Then your body died
Friends cover their ass
I know it's not their job to look after you
But preserve the future
Because you can't preserve the past
Blue lips, leopard spots build time lines
That's what happens when we mainline
If there was a next time
I don't think I'd have shit to say
Now life equals myth
Death equals forever