Autocorrect - POCKETS Lyrics

Pick apart another reason that you're leaving with the turn of a page
Write it on off as the changing seasons
Act like a heathen act like you're breathing fresh air
But you really done did it for the name tag didn't you
Nearly put down everybody didn't you
Too true to the back end codify
Try in a bind to buy happiness

Lacking this type it in the wayback-no hits
Print off the page now living in a daze
One pattern in a notebook copy and paste
Like that every second every minute every hour gone
When you add it all up you always got what you want
But inevitably
You just
Write it all off

Pick a good groove then stick it in your back pocket
I watch you never once moving your circles caught like a coffin -you ride it out then change around

I'm so fucking lonely but I'm so fucking needy
I know there's something lately keeping me here tied down and hating