Porcelain

porcelain angel,
i'm sorry if i sometimes let you down,
you've got to go way up to come down sometimes,
you know i never mean to try.
if everyone were like you,
i'd fall in love over and over every night,
and i know you see behind my eyes.
thankfully, they're always there fore me.
the last time you came looking,
i hid.
she takes some; i take a lot.
"good morning afterglow."
in the blow, i've seemed to have lost myself,
again.
i wake up and the morning's so cold.
everything's okay.
you said "i don't even recognize you anymore."
"i'm fucked up like it's the death of me."
and the words between the lines,
they only tell lies.
it's been almost two years since,
i think.
i don't think i miss a thing, fuck-
i miss it every day.
cocaine.