Lyrics

I’ll take extra care of her, I swore to her mother
And as soon as she gave it to me, I reached for another
I thought I could have as many as I wanted and it wouldn’t matter
Until I heard the sound it makes when it shatters

Where do you start
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart?
A destruction of art
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart

I was so used to stone or ice in all my adventures
As I staggered that same worn path from the bar to the bedroom
Littered with shards of my own first love, now sentimental debris
I thought everyone else had become as heartless as me

If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?

Where do you start
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart?
A destruction of art
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart