Porcelain Songtext - Mother Falcon

Porcelain - Mother Falcon

You wilt down the hall to pour yourself over my porcelain.
But I don't mind, take your time, all your words wax absurd.

You're not mine, folding spine, soft pale white will eat your night, over my porcelain.

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