Pockets

I'd rather put my hands in my pockets

Than volunteer to soothe your pain

I know that kind of cut heals better

When expectations pull away



How much does it cost to recover?

How many minutes can we take?

If i'd rather put my hands in my pockets

I probably don't feel the same



*i'm cold (cold)

Another heap of chills released

It's cold (cold)

Another piece of fantasy in smoke (smoke)

All of your symptoms are late into season

Your hands are cold

And you've got pockets in your coat



Shadows running through the situation

Tossing me with questions at night

You don't need my confrontation

To blow out all the candlelights



Bandages are never pretty

The system seems to work one way

Even if your heart's made of metal

I promise it will break someday



*i'm sorry i'm cold (cold)

Another heap of chills released

It's cold (cold)

Another piece of fantasy in smoke (smoke)

All of your symptoms are late into season

Your hands are cold

And you've got pockets in your coat