Pockets

I went out trying to rewind
Lighten up, take back time
Hearing your words, I feel terrible for hurting you
When we were young and we were pure

You're hoping that if there is a god
That they don't search your pockets at Heaven's gate
And find your vices that drove us apart
When we were young and I was pure
And I was trusting you the way I'd never been able before

I hope you're happy and you're feeling loved
During all of these transitions
I hope you know that I feel terrible for hurting you
When I was learning how to feel