Starin' at the same spot on the wall
Harmonizin' with a recordin' of myself
Hopin' someone texts, but no one calls
No one calls
I won’t waste your time, don’t have to say
Just give it to me straight and I won’t chase you anymore
Anymore
I'm broken though I'm made of porcelain
The pieces never quite fit back the same, again
The same again
My phantom limb, I feel your absence
The only room used in a mansion
Decorated to your fancy
And if you had the chance I'd love to use it
I'm broken though I'm made of porcelain
The pieces never quite fit back the same, again
The same again
