Pocket

I’ve always hated my shoulders The idea of getting older I hate that I am bigger My last body was a soldier I could go back to fighting Think about her every night I’m kind of jealous, kind of pining For a smaller place and time I wanna fit right in your pocket Since I was a kid what I always wanted Push it away, blow dandelions Lighter than clouds and disappear out Grow flower fields in my stomach Fit in your pocket I’ve always hated the springtime Shedding sleeves showing new lines Conditioned to go into hiding Trading sunshine for streetlights Becoming someone I resent and The last thing I wanna stand for Tell my friends “know your power” Half alive behind closed doors I wanna fit right in your pocket Since I was a kid what I always wanted Push it away, blow dandelions Lighter than clouds and disappear out I wanna fit right in your pocket Since I was a kid I never could stop it Push it away, blow dandelions Lighter than clouds and disappear out Grow flower fields in my stomach Fit in your pocket I’ve always hated my shoulders The idea of getting older I hate that I am bigger My last body was a soldier