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