Pocketful of Doodlings

Make something of
The nothings and what was
I know where I fell
And will fall again
I stepped on cracks
My whole world collapsed
And when no one could put me
Back on track again
You had the knack
Of making the earth seem flat
And drawing a map on the sand
You were my pocketful of not so good
Musings and doodlings
A pocketful of love
A pocketful of love
A pocketful of love
Can fuel a lifetime of brooding
Breathe
Brood
Make something of
The nothings and what was
I know where I fell
And will fall again
Plectrums and paperclips
Loose coins and torn strips
Of old bits
Numbers and business cards
Of pople I’ll never call
On purpos
Make something of
The nothings and what was
I know where I fell
And will fall again
You were my pocketful of not so good
Musings and doodlings
A pocketful of love
A pocketful of love
A pocketful of love
Can fuel a lifetime of brooding
Breathe
Brood
Make something of
The nothings and what was
I know where I fell
And will fall again
Plectrums and paperclips
Loose coins and torn strips
Of old bits
Numbers and business cards
Of people I’ll never call
On purpose
Make something of
The nothings and what was
I know where I fell
And will fall again