Porcelain pillows for a night in warm arms,
helplessly falling for those familiar charms.
Nights feeling like a champion broken by the cold morning light,
days spent making up for the wrongs of the night.
A one record collection, same tune stuck on replay,
Can never live up to the talk that you say.
While your comforts alluring with its smile full of teeth,
Calm on the surface but a storm lurks beneath.