Porcelain-The Lunar Year

My brain is porcelain I'm a contortionist I want to breathe you in As your light breeze Like wine and lilac Betrothed inside your veins Your bones are verdant and fair I would die without you My brain is porcelain I'm a contortionist A fiend of circumstance I break at zeal's first glance My vice is my own mind I would die without you You dress my loveless spine And braid my muzzled hair You rip my heart in two I would die without you I would die without you My brain is porcelain My brain is porcelain