Pocket

I've always hated my shoulders, the idea of getting older
I hate that I'm 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 spring time
Shedding sleeves, showing new lines
Conditioned to go into hiding
Trading sunshine for streetlights
Becoming someone I resent and
The last thing I wanted to 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
Grow flower fields in my stomach
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

Is that what you wanted?
Now that you've got it (got it)
Was it all that you wanted? (wanted)
Now they want this

I've always hated my shoulders, the idea of getting older
I hate that I'm bigger, my last body was a soldier