Porcelain.

You said you'd hold me

but you let me fall

I thought you knew how breakable I was

Somebody fix me please..

December Baby

The colored lights, they brightly shine.
Unlike your eyes avoiding mine.
The snow is folding sheet upon sheet.
Our hands not holding as we cross the street.

How can I catch up when I don't don't want to?
How can I catch up when I still want you?

Ingrid Michaelson-December Baby.

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