Pocket Boys

I don't feel nice

Drinking another to

Clean my insides

I'm getting weaker

Calling you on the phone

Cool as fever

It's getting harder tonight

Caught in a lion's den

You're not listening to what I said

I can never forget the drug

Or the booze on the pillow

I think of it way too much

Secret see light

Words pouring out all red

Turning you white

Reading, sleep tight

Not till tomorrow I

Caught in a lion's den

You're not listening to what I said

I can never forget the drug

Or the booze on the pillow

I think of it way too much

You're the saddest poor little bird

And the boy's in your pocket

And I think of it way too much

Oh, I huddle into the sea

It tasted of you

Careless and cool

And one day when I'm long forgotten

You're the only one that ever knew

I can never forget the drug

Or the booze on the pillow

I think of it way too much

Come and find out

You're the saddest poor little bird

And the boy's in your pocket

And I think of it way too much

I think of you way too much

I think of you way too much