Pocketing Songtext
von ilyAIMY

In the pockets of my old jeans
Are all the things that I might need
It′s cash and coins and nails and string
I keep my courage in my pocket
I keep my armor and my strut
With lint and fingertips and change

But I lay down
And feel the creeping crawling feeling
As it all just slips away

Give me time
It's a slow drift motion
Condoms, nails and guitar strings
They migrate slowly round the room
From bed to floor and back again

I keep them within reach
The nails they are tell-tale
Where I keep the knife
Is all they ever seem to need to know


So what is this?
A gift a shelf an open box?
Consolidation it is my enemy
I am cancer creeping
Crawling feeling
I am hard to remove
Rooted deeply
I am dreaming dreaming
Nightmare screaming
I′m thinking of my
Leaving

In the pockets of your old jeans
Are all the things that I might need
It's cash and coins and nails and string
I kept my courage in your pocket
I keep my armor and my strut
Right next to space for fingertips and change

But I stand up
And feel the creeping crawling feeling
No gift like that of gravity
To keep my conscience clean

But I stand up
And feel the creeping crawling feeling
No gift like that of gravity
To keep my conscience clean