Porcelain Fists - Ingrid Michaelson
"Follow your heart", he said.

Your heart will take you there.

"Swallow your pride", he said.

For pride is anything but rare.

So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on

And in the salty sea, I find you're all but gone.

Take my hand, you're treading water

I feel I am slipping away from underneath my toes

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes?

Looked in the bathroom stall

Your back against the wall.

Cold tiles beneaath your knees,

Your body broke your fall.

Spitting into your own reflection gazing back

Inside your porcelain fists, your palms begin to crack.

So take my hand your treading water

And I feel sand slipping away from underneath my toes

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes?

When those sad eyes start to close

Nobody knows

Where is it she goes?

When those sad eyes close