Hey guys!

So sadly, our drummer in Truman's Medulla is buried in college work. so Truman's Medulla is no more for now. We are broken up. However! The guitarist and I are going to continue to play music together... He's my boyfriend after all!

But! I not only wrote the lyrics to this song, but I also wrote and recorded the guitar line. It's obvious that I'm not very experienced and not very good at guitar, but this is a work in progress. Frank (guitarist) is going to spiff it up after he hears it. (: yep, you guys are hearing it before him! (;

Anyway, here's Porcelain! (I really dislike the person I wrote it about... Can you tell?)

This song is (C) to Lula. Do not edit, reuse, or redistribute without proper permission from me and the rest of the band.

Lyrics:

You're like a ghost
She doesn't walk she floats
Not because of grace or poise,
She simply doesn't want to touch the floor.
Flaunt what you've got.
Get everything you want.
Adoration and frustration
Under those layers is rot.

So adored, So adored.

You're Porcelain, Perfect and pale,
Batting your innocent eyes.
Porcelain, Airbrushed and glazed,
Am I the only one who sees the lies?
When the paint peels and the glass chips,
You're ratty and roughed up
You'll be left with nothing
You're nothing but Porcelain.

You're an unstable bomb.
The worst of hot and cold
Zero to sixty in no time flat
You never know when she'd gonna explode.
You always win.
You're terrified to lose.
I don't hate you 'cause you're beautiful,
I do it because they choose to

So adore, So adore

You're Porcelain, Perfect and pale,
Batting your innocent eyes.
Porcelain, Airbrushed and glazed,
Am I the only one who sees the lies?
When the paint peels and the glass chips,
You're ratty and roughed up
You'll be left with nothing
You're nothing but Porcelain.

I don't hate you 'cause you're beautiful
I don't hate you 'cause you're talented
I don't hate you 'cause you're likable...
I'm not jealous of you
But I can't help but hate the fact that you're...

You're Porcelain, Perfect and pale,
Batting your innocent eyes.
Porcelain, Airbrushed and glazed,
Am I the only one who sees the lies?

You're Porcelain, Perfect and Pale
No one knows that you're hollow inside
Porcelain, Airbrushed and glazed,
I'm not the only one who sees the lies
When the paint peels and the glass chips,
You're ratty and roughed up
You'll be left with nothing
You're nothing but Porcelain.