Pocket Dreams
Yeah I want it back
Said I want it back
I want those empty thoughts and zoning out I want it bad
Yeah I want it back
Keep my life on track
I'm wishing for too much
I'm gonna lose what I had
You think I care too much
I think I care too little
I'm dreaming big but I'm still working every day it's simple
Speaking up for guidance
I wanna find my path
But keep it low the winners move in silence
That's a fact
Yeah
I've finally found my calling
Life is turning around
So why's that every time I make a move I fall to the ground
I've got everything I ever wanted
Dreams in my pocket
Except for you
Except for you
I sum it up
It's not like mathematics all my love
I didn't focus on what mattered
I just wanted drugs
Gave all my time and attention to my career
Put myself and my belongings on injured reserve the rest of the year
Now I'm sick to my stomach
When it's raining outside
My favorite type of weather
Missing out on my type of vibe
Yeah this my type of night
But I'm stuck inside
If I'm waking to tomorrow
Tell myself I'll be alright
Tell myself I'll be alright
Just go along for the ride
Tell myself I'll be alright
Yeah
I've finally found my calling
Life is turning around
So why's that every time I make a move I fall to the ground
I've got everything I ever wanted
Dreams in my pocket
Except for you
Except for you
I've finally found my calling but the walls are closing in
My house is crumbling down
When you're not around
When you're not around
Said I want it back
I want those empty thoughts and zoning out I want it bad
Yeah I want it back
Keep my life on track
I'm wishing for too much
I'm gonna lose what I had
You think I care too much
I think I care too little
I'm dreaming big but I'm still working every day it's simple
Speaking up for guidance
I wanna find my path
But keep it low the winners move in silence
That's a fact
Yeah
I've finally found my calling
Life is turning around
So why's that every time I make a move I fall to the ground
I've got everything I ever wanted
Dreams in my pocket
Except for you
Except for you
I sum it up
It's not like mathematics all my love
I didn't focus on what mattered
I just wanted drugs
Gave all my time and attention to my career
Put myself and my belongings on injured reserve the rest of the year
Now I'm sick to my stomach
When it's raining outside
My favorite type of weather
Missing out on my type of vibe
Yeah this my type of night
But I'm stuck inside
If I'm waking to tomorrow
Tell myself I'll be alright
Tell myself I'll be alright
Just go along for the ride
Tell myself I'll be alright
Yeah
I've finally found my calling
Life is turning around
So why's that every time I make a move I fall to the ground
I've got everything I ever wanted
Dreams in my pocket
Except for you
Except for you
I've finally found my calling but the walls are closing in
My house is crumbling down
When you're not around
When you're not around
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Swift
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