Bijou Holiday - Pocket

You gotta hold that little boy in your hands
And tell him that you'll be his man
That'll hold his little head in your hands
Till the time that he understands
Your heart is a pocket in which
You shove all your grit and decide to ditch
Your heart is a pocket in which
There's a whole in the bottom
You don't know how to sew up the stitches
Cause I'm tired and sick of this messy, half-ass shit
And I can't wait till you get the motivation to quit
Cause we gotta show that boy that sadness isn't just a toy
And you know that just as well as I do
Your heart is a pocket in which
You shove all your grit and decide to ditch
Your heart is a pocket in which
There's a whole in the bottom
You don't know how to sew up the stitches
So take all that shit and give it a kick
Before he thinks there isn't too much to lose
Cause I don't think you know there's a choice
But losing all that much isn't too much for you
Your heart is a pocket in which
You shove all your grit and decide to ditch
Your heart is a pocket in which
There's a whole in the bottom
You don't know how to sew up the stitches

Written by:
Bijou Holiday

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