Edwin Raphael
We Are Pretty, We Are Porcelain
See there’s smudges on the glasses you don’t need
And still hands on the clock that’s on your wrist
No longer breathe
These chains that dangle from your neck
Must feel heavy now
Nah

Don’t let them drag you
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Cause you’ll find
You’ll find
They’ll break you
Cause you’ll find
You’ll find
They’re fake

It’s got a feel to it
There’s something real to it
There’s an appeal to it
But don’t appeal to it

It’s got a feel to it
There’s something real to it
There’s an appeal to it
But don’t appeal to it
No, no, no
But you need that love
And you need that raw
So you keep that
Close to your mind
Close to your heart
And the poison
Leaks through your eyes
And turns to dark
And you treat it
Like who you is
’Til it’s who you are

Cause it’s like them
Them fucking pills
That you eating up
And you squeeze in
Them nine inch heels
That make you feel tall
And you need that
Yeah, yeah
And you need that
At least uh, you believe that
You believe that
You believe that

It’s got a feel to it
It’s got a feel to it
There’s something real to it
There’s an appeal to it
But don’t appeal to it
Don’t appeal
It’ll bring you
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Cause you’ll find
You’ll find
They’ll break you down
Yeah they’ll break you down
Cause you’ll find
You’ll find
They’ll break you