Rocks In My Pocket Songtext
Shit sucks but it could be worse
(I’m In)
Pain but it doesn’t hurt
(Could be)
Running with my shoes tied
Tripping over blurry lines
(Ah fuck that hurt)
Ghosted by my therapist
(They said)
(I’m In)
Pain but it doesn’t hurt
(Could be)
Running with my shoes tied
Tripping over blurry lines
(Ah fuck that hurt)
Ghosted by my therapist
(They said)
That I’m too much a mess
(Went like)
“You’re too much to deal with
go and find another shrink”
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me something I haven’t heard before
“You’re so fucking self-centred”
Coz I, I know I’m out my goddamn mind
Who’s got my controls
Fucking with my soul
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket
Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
Losing my control
Fucking with my soul (oul)
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
Shit’s fucked, but it could worse
(I’m in)
Trouble with the spirit world
(They are)
Sending me a million signs
But I politely press decline
(So I)
Ordered another round
(Dyed my)
Hair a different shade of brown
Changed my identity
Coz that’s what best for me
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me something I haven’t heard
Before “You’re fucking sensitive”
Coz I, I know I’m out my goddamn mind
Who’s got my controls
Fucking with my soul
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket
Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
Losing my control
Fucking with my soul (oul)
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket
Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
Coz I know I’m out my goddamn mind
(Went like)
“You’re too much to deal with
go and find another shrink”
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me something I haven’t heard before
“You’re so fucking self-centred”
Coz I, I know I’m out my goddamn mind
Who’s got my controls
Fucking with my soul
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket
Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
Losing my control
Fucking with my soul (oul)
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
Shit’s fucked, but it could worse
(I’m in)
Trouble with the spirit world
(They are)
Sending me a million signs
But I politely press decline
(So I)
Ordered another round
(Dyed my)
Hair a different shade of brown
Changed my identity
Coz that’s what best for me
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me something I haven’t heard
Before “You’re fucking sensitive”
Coz I, I know I’m out my goddamn mind
Who’s got my controls
Fucking with my soul
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket
Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
Losing my control
Fucking with my soul (oul)
I’m off my rocker
With rocks in my pocket
Hoping that I’m fine
But I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
(yeeeeeeaaaah)
I think that I’ve lost it
Coz I know I’m out my goddamn mind
