iOTA - Pockets Lyrics

i think you're

taking it too hard

i didnt think

you looked so bad

its coming back

into fashion

the envy of

the designers

catwalk makes

you nervous

behind your shades

at night i slipped

and i've tripped

over too many times

your standing out

like no other now

maybe brighten

the colour

and bring it in

at the waistline

the tailor wept

when he made it

this splash of melancholy

is rubbing off on me

take your hands out

make some room for me

'cause i can't see

'cause it's too deep

i describe it well

if you want me

evidently you hold

my tears and joys

in your pockets

time can only tell

you can quote me

elequently put you hold

my tears and joys

in your pockets

i feel lucky

bursting seams

i overflow