Porcelain Fists Ingrid Michaelson

"Follow your heart", he said
Your heart will take you there
"Swallow your pride", he said
For pride is anything but rare
So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on
And in the salty sea, I find you're all but gone

Take my hand, you're treading water
I feel I am slipping away from underneath my toes
Nobody knows
Where is it she goes?

Looked in the bathroom stall
Your back against the wall
Cold tiles beneath your knees
Your body broke your fall
Spitting into your own reflection gazing back
Inside your porcelain fists, your palms begin to crack

So take my hand, you're treading water
And I feel sand slipping underneath my toes
Nobody knows
Where is it she goes?
When those sad eyes start to close
Nobody knows
Where is it she goes?
When those sad eyes close