Stop defending what you've done
'Cause I can fit you in my pocket
I'm not afraid it's just begun
I only hope that you are sordid

When three words turn to one
Don't blank me when I call you
A week can turn to months
'Cause I can fit you in my pocket

Stop defending on your charm
I won't be blinded by your stories
I've lived a life that's close to home
Loving you just feeds my worry

Three words turn to one
Don't answer when I call you
Wheat can turn to bone
'Cause I can fit you in my pocket

'Cause I can fit you in my pocket
'Cause I can fit you in my pocket
'Cause I can fit you in my pocket