Pockets

When we were young,
And wished we were old
I found you there beside my bed
And picking you up dear
I put you in my pocket

From there you saw
The inner fold
Went traveling where my feet were led
The memories we made
Little pictures in my wallet

But soon you outgrew the space that I had made
We pulled a bit and tore it more
So you could stretch
And so you stayed
You grabbed the thread of my Levis
And devised a nest within
And now my pocket's ripped,
The cloth is wearing thin

And so I walked around,
Heavy and bulging
No, I'm not happy to see you,
I'm just indulging
In this lucid affair
That's stripping me bare
And giving me convulsions

Remember the first time that I met you?
I was enthralled dear,
Now I wish I could forget you
It was an awful curse to fall in love with yours mine and ours

Cause soon you outgrew the space I had made
We pulled a bit
And tore it more
So you could stretch
And so you stayed
You grabbed the thread of my Levis
And devised a nest within
And now my pocket's ripped,
And I'm losing all my
Shit
I'm losing all my
Shit

And after the years
Of ripped jeans
I've finally seen
That people
Don't fit
Inside of pockets