Panic! at the Disco — Velveteen

I feel as if I’m a figurine I feel like something on strings Posed by love's fragile fingers And possessed by a frantic Fluttering in my chest I am renewed. I am not of Rags or of scraps. Pristine… (I am something velveteen) And I'll be like something velveteen The charcoal clouds have finally Finished spitting on me Concentrating instead on painting a Faithful portrait splashed across The canvas of the wine read heavens You are draped across a vast daffodil cream