Put Me In Your Pocket

Lyrics by Brieve Morison

When I’m feeling all emotional
Pick me up and put me in your pocket
Carry me around with you
Don’t put me down
Down

When I was searching in suicides reigns
But hey those days are over now
Some days it would rain for weeks go so scared I couldn’t peek out
Speak out
I was frightened by my own words for there
Is no choice but to listen frightened by my own voice
Saying there’s more than you been given
Stop digging you’re not winning

In this battle of realities
Sometimes perceived as unreal can only try myself to heal
If I’m wounded by some memory that I’m cleaved to
Cling to bring you