Pockets

I'm tired of fake fortunes being sold

I'm tired of my tyres burning rubber on the road

Tired of the distance, the lengths that I go to

Trying to get a bit of credit from you

Fuck that

Real love feels real

So I don't need to try to synthesise

The feel

I'm trying to unlock doors with these musical keys

My friends puff trees to the Z to a G

Oh no

And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys

Indulgently, 'cause I do this for me

I know

And it just feels a little bit like

Somebody cut a hole in my pockets

'Cause I've been trying to do this right

With no profits and the loss I can't stop it

And consumption lies at the heart of my bad habits

I live in a world where I want but can't have it

Tell me why that is the way it is

I need some real love, to feel real

But people all around me still try to leave the ties that feel

I'm trying to unlock doors with these musical keys

Eventually I smoke a Z to a G

Oh no

And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys

It's no wonder why I make no Ps

I know

But it just feels a little bit like

Somebody cut a hole in my pockets

Cause I've been trying to do this right

With no profits and the loss I can't stop it

It just feels a little bit like

Somebody cut a hole in my pockets

'Cause I've been trying to do this right

With no profits and the loss I can't stop it

And it just feels a little bit like

Somebody cut a hole in my pockets

'Cause I've been trying to do this right

With no profits and the loss I can't stop it