[Verse 1] I keep my thoughts in teacups Fine cracks running down the side Sip them slow at midnight Hope the fractures stay inside Books stacked like little ramparts Paper soldiers on my floor Every chapter painted over Still that same unwritten war [Pre-Chorus] Tell me Is this weather Or the way my wiring bends Storm fronts in a snow globe Shaken by my own two hands (my own two hands) [Chorus] I’m a house with the lights on No one home Echoes in the hallway All my ghosts on the phone Every room redecorated Still the ceiling caves in Call it just another season on porcelain skin On porcelain skin On porcelain skin [Verse 2] I wear three different faces Like coats hung by the door Pick a smile that matches The pattern of your worry Yours Planting little silver spoons In flowerpots of doubt Waiting for them all to bloom Into ways to get out [Pre-Chorus] Is it rain or leaking paint Running down my reflection Can’t tell if I’m melting Or learning a new direction (new direction) [Chorus] I’m a house with the lights on No one home Echoes in the hallway All my ghosts on the phone Every room redecorated Still the ceiling caves in Call it just another season on porcelain skin On porcelain skin (oh, porcelain skin) [Bridge] Some days I’m a vending machine Buttons jammed with old receipts Shake me for a blessing All you get is falling sweets Some nights I’m a traffic light Stuck between the red and green Everyone keeps honking While I blink inside the screen Tell me Are these curses Or crooked little gifts I keep calling them my burdens But they’re gears inside the lift (gears inside the lift) [Chorus] I’m a house with the lights on No one home Echoes in the hallway All my ghosts on the phone Every room redecorated Still the ceiling caves in Call it just another season on porcelain skin I’m a clock with the hands off Stuck at ten Laughing at the silence like it’s one of my friends If I crack I’ll make a mosaic out of everywhere I’ve been Call it just another season on porcelain skin On porcelain skin (on porcelain) [Outro] So I’ll host my tender chaos Lay the table Let it in Every tremor Every shiver Is a story in the chin of my grin If I’m strange I’m still surviving In this tilted little hymn Being broken is just breathing Through porcelain seasons Porcelain skin

pop, Emotive, poetic alt-pop with a chamber feel: male vocals over fingerpicked guitar, warm upright piano, and subtle strings. Verses weave intricate, unexpected melodies; choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and a gentle yet insistent drum groove. Touches of vintage tape saturation and glockenspiel add nostalgia; bridge leans into jazz-influenced chords and a half-time feel for a floating, time-slowing moment., nostalgic, poetic

Porcelain Seasons