Pockets

I went out trying to rewind

Lighten up, take back time

Hearing your words, I feel terrible for hurting you

When we were young and we were pure

You're hoping that if there is a god

That they don't search your pockets at Heaven's gate

And find your vices that drove us apart

When we were young and I was pure

And I was trusting you the way I'd never been able before

I hope you're happy and you're feeling loved

During all of these transitions

I hope you know that I feel terrible for hurting you

When I was learning how to feel