Packaging - In Your Pocket

Struck a match, in my pocket Lights pants, strike and toss it I can’t, seem to stop it Caught, fire, out of optionsNo no no no no no noPack of smokes, in my pocket Part of, my new processNo no no no no no noHouse filled with rain, floating away Memories fade, faces remainBut I still got it, in my pocketDon’t look twice, ceiling’s falling Two hands, interlockingHouse filled with rain, floating away Memories fade, faces remainBut I still got it in my pocket