i feel like a porcelain doll
on the shelf collecting dust
do you still think i’m pretty
in the slumped way i’m sitting
cracks and crafted smiles oh, it's a pity
have you got me tucked away?
still in your mind but in the back where I stay
silently singing sad songs
when nothings really wrong
those words you never said to me anyway
even in your one word replies
i still hang on to every letter
you say you like staring in my eyes
if they weren't so dark, would you like me better?
i don't want another one that got away
only ever making it halfway
i’ll always be a ghost
running out of almost
you live in my songbook page
you're the song i could sing for days
i’m your nightingale sweetheart
if you promise that we won't part
lock me up my heart's used to a cage
even in the silence you give
it's still some music to my ears
in fact, it's deafening
in the background of the sound of my fears
i don't want another one that got away
only ever making it halfway
i’ll always be a ghost
running out of almost