This, My Porcelain Life

This, My Porcelain Life by 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 at the commerce of friendship

So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When 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


You've 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 only tenuously ask you this question
Out of a census wish for clarity

You are a master at the commerce of friendship
So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When 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

My porcelain life
My porcelain life

I find it very breakable
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di da da ah do

My porcelain life