Porcelain Fists

Follow your heart he said

Your heart will take you there

Swallow your pride he said

For pride is anything but rare

So I walked into your eyes

Without a raincoat on

And in the salty sea

I find you're over come

Take my hand you're treading water

And I feel sand slipping away from underneath

Our toes

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes?

Locked in the bathroom stall.

Your back against the wall.

Cold tiles beneath your knees.

Your body broke your fall.

Spitting into your own reflection gazing back.

Inside your porcelain fists your palms begin to crack.

So take my hand.

You're treading water.

And I feel sand slipping away from underneath

Our toes.

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes.

When those sad eyes start to close

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes.

When those sad eyes close.