the pockets

Breathing quite steady to help me preserve

The feelings and emotions I really deserve

Time seems to be more than just money

The attacks of anxiety now seem funny

I wanted you to pass by my taken path

I think you should know that I’m back

The pockets that I’ve made terrify me

So, I close my eyes and count to three

I live in a light house watching the sea

Payment denied when sadness is free

Today is the one day that sleep means nothing

But his promises make sure I am something