This, My Porcelain Life - Rasputina

This letter, you get it

You burn it, forget it

It’s not what I meant to say

You might think me a scapegrace

Really a fugitive in decay

I exist here on an acre of nature

In the diminutive

But I’ll be thinking of you, I would wager

My favorite hypocrite

You are a master of the commerce of friendship

So I put all of my feathers on

I wrote you this letter, I send it

And this foul weather is gone

Of your last words to me I am thinking

And of the depth of your eyes

But you can’t halt the profound shrinking

Of this, my porcelain life

If axed that I reject your protection

Well I abhor captivity

I want to live alone in my little section

So very wild and watery

How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?

Oh you refine vulgarity

I want to tenuously ask this question

Out of a census for clarity

My porcelain life

My porcelain life

I find it very breakable

My porcelain life