Pocket Full of Maybe Lyrics

I got a pocket full of maybe, a wallet full of no,

A calendar that's empty, but my mind won't let it go.

The clock keeps ticking backwards, I'm lost inside the loop,

My playlist's full of sad songs, but I'm dancing in my room.

Oh, I'm wearing two different socks,

Called my ex by mistake, then I hung up the call.

Ran out of milk, so I'm eating dry Frosted Flakes,

Life's a sitcom, and I'm stuck in a take.

Oh, oh, oh, what a day to be alive,

Spinning like a top, but I'm loving the ride.

Maybe I'm a mess, but it's my kind of style,

Got a pocket full of maybe and a laundry pile.

Oh, oh, oh, the sky's turning pink,

Burnt the toast again, but I'm starting to think,

Maybe life's a joke, and the punchline's wild,

Got a pocket full of maybe, yeah, that's my vibe.

I tripped over my charger, spilled coffee on my jeans,

Tried to write a poem, but my rhymes came out obscene.

The cat stole my dinner, I'm watching him chew,

Guess the universe decided that I'm paying my dues.

Oh, I found twenty bucks in my winter coat,

Spent it all on candy and a bag of sour notes.

Played my horoscope roulette, and it told me to chill,

But my brain's like a blender, always spinning still.

Oh, oh, oh, what a day to be alive,

Spinning like a top, but I'm loving the ride.

Maybe I'm a mess, but it's my kind of style,

Got a pocket full of maybe and a laundry pile.

Oh, oh, oh, the sky's turning pink,

Burnt the toast again, but I'm starting to think,

Maybe life's a joke, and the punchline's wild,

Got a pocket full of maybe, yeah, that's my vibe.

Bubble wrap my heart, yeah, it's fragile today,

Tried to be normal, but I went the other way.

Dance in the kitchen like no one can see,

Laughing at myself is my therapy.

Oh, oh, oh, what a day to be alive,

Spinning like a top, but I'm loving the ride.

Maybe I'm a mess, but it's my kind of style,

Got a pocket full of maybe and a laundry pile.

Oh, oh, oh, the sky's turning pink,

Burnt the toast again, but I'm starting to think,

Maybe life's a joke, and the punchline's wild,

Got a pocket full of maybe, yeah, that's my vibe.

Oh, I'm loving this chaos, it's sweet and bizarre,

Life's a little crooked, but it makes us who we are.

Pocket full of maybe, yeah, I'll take that ride,

Because being a little messy keeps the magic alive.