Porcelain Mornings (Indie Band)

[Verse 1] Found my shoes in the freezer Phone in the sink again Coffee tastes like cardboard Still I drink Still I pretend Mirror shows a stranger Wearing my tired skin I nod like we’re old neighbors Let the ceiling fan spin [Chorus] Some days I’m fine in fragments Little pieces almost fit I tape them to my daylight Hope the glue decides to stick If I can breathe through breakfast And make my bed by noon That’s a medal on my T‑shirt That’s a parade in this room [Verse 2] Text you back in my drafts box Never hit send Just stare Scroll past perfect vacations While I’m stuck to this chair Therapist says “Name the feeling” I say “Static in my chest” She smiles Draws crooked circles Calls it ‘trying your best’