Pockets Lyrics

Sometimes I find myself falling into many pockets

And I just can't quite get a good grip on the lining, I find

Sometimes I try too hard to be the perfect man

I know I don't understand

Hold me close

I'll be free

I'll be perfectly predictable

My mind can oversee

Every task

On your list

I will try to not get angry

'Cause I've thrown too many fits

And I should know by now

That it's not worth the risk

Woah Woah Woah

Sometimes I find myself falling into many pockets

And I just can't quite get a good grip on the lining, I find

Sometimes I try too hard to be the perfect man

I know I don't understand

Keep it cool

I'll be fine

I'll be unconditionally conditioned to neverminded

Call the shots

I'll be true

I'll be following your every step and listening to you

I should get going now

I've got too much to do

Woah Woah Woah

Sometimes I find myself falling into many pockets

And I just can't quite get a good grip on the lining, I find

Sometimes I try too hard to be the perfect man

I know I don't understand

I know I don't understand