Porcelain Promise

The cigarette smoke curls up against the chamber ceiling,
Weaving illusions, just like your scattered words you've been dealing.
I see the distortion in your eyes, a bruised shade of blue,
But I choose to let it slide, pretend it's all new.
Tale after tale you spin, too beautiful to be true,
I manage a weak smile, though my soul is turning askew.
The city lights flicker, like a promise you just made,
Bright for a second, then dim, and still I'm not afraid.

Oh, darling, you know I know,
Every flat note in the tragedy of your lying show.
I fake the belief, pretend not to see the stain,
Building castles of sand on the shore in the pouring rain.
Just let me sleep in your sweet, fabricated dream for a while,
Maybe by tomorrow morning, you'll be honest, with a gentle style.
I love you, that's the heavy curse or the grace I wear,
Porcelain promises, this heart keeps breathing the bitter air.

My scarlet lipstick bleeds onto the edge of the wine glass,
Mirroring our days that fade and quickly pass.
You say this is the last time, you swear you won't repeat the sin,
And foolishly, I swallow it down, letting the waiting begin.
The sound of the rain on the window, it seems to weep with me,
Washing away the truth, setting the deception free.
I hold onto your shadow as you finally drift to sleep,
Hoping in the darkness, the honesty you'll keep.

Oh, darling, you know I know,
Every flat note in the tragedy of your lying show.
I fake the belief, pretend not to see the stain,
Building castles of sand on the shore in the pouring rain.
Just let me sleep in your sweet, fabricated dream for a while,
Maybe by tomorrow morning, you'll be honest, with a gentle style.
I love you, that's the heavy curse or the grace I wear,
Porcelain promises, this heart keeps breathing the bitter air.

Maybe I'm just too scared to be lonely in this town,
Between the neon lights that never sleep and the hearts that drown.
Maybe I'd rather have the sweet poison than nothing at all,
Weaving the threadbare fabric, knowing that soon it will fall.
I know it's unhealthy, a venom so sweet and profound,
But how can I leave, when it's only here that you can be found?

Porcelain promises... shattering in my hand,
But I'll pick up the pieces, once again...
Hoping... hoping you'll finally understand...
One day, somewhere, somehow.

Sad song, dream pop, melankolis, poetry