Pocket

I made a nasty habit of throwing it out there right away
Trying to pull in closer as I tried to push away
I’m not looking for sex but all I get is love
It seems like a petty complaint but it’s enough
I can’t offer you more than I’ve got in my pocket right now
I can’t offer you more than I’ve got in my pocket right now
Holding my self down so that I don’t get blown away
Flightless birds are more than words I’m trying to explain
I would flap my wings but never leave the ground
I always fly frustrated in the middle of the crowd
And that’s why that leaves you down
I can’t offer you more than I’ve got in my pocket right now
I can’t offer you more than I’ve got in my pocket right now
I’m not looking for sex but all I get is love
It seems like a petty complaint but it’s enough to commentate
I can’t offer you more than I’ve got in my pocket right now
I can’t offer you more than I’ve got in my pocket right now