Beth George - Pockets Lyrics

Every night my eyes are fixed upon my wall
Tryna draw the line through what we were before
But I know that I would rather not be pushed to the floor so I'll underscore

Everything that was I'll clutch to my chest
Underpin this grudge so my mind can rest
But I know that I would rather not be pushed to the floor so I'll underscore

Now that it's old, I'm over it
My pockets have no room, to carry what we can't undo
Too heavy to hold, let go of it
My pockets have no room to carry what we can't undo
Now that it's old, now that it's old

Tell me why you can't untie the knots inside
Is it more than just resentment to stop you trying
Or are you just to paralysed to let us realign and draw the line
But I know that I would rather not be pushed to the floor so I'll underscore

Now that it's old, I'm over it
My pockets have no room, to carry what we can't undo
Too heavy to hold, let go of it
My pockets have no room to carry
Now that it's old, now that it's old

You're echoing, echoing, echoing, echoing
Like broken records just let go, let go, let go
You're echoing, echoing, echoing, echoing
Like broken records just let go, let go, let go

Now that it's old, I'm over it
My pockets have no room, to carry what we can't undo
Too heavy to hold, let go of it
My pockets have no room to carry what we can't undo
Now that it's old, now that it's old