Jean Pockets

Can you keep a secret?

I don't think that you can

Cause you threaten to tell everybody

Now are you the man?

Got a list of who told who

Whole lotta names under you

I'll agree with my hands in my jeans

I know that I'm right, but I won't fight

Spent the night - but now I'm wrong

I'll play along

Write a vent song

Is it too risky?

Cause I know who will listen so I'm wrong

No, you didn't mean any harm

But you did so now you get a song

Wanna yap and yap, but now I'm sad

Feelings don't follow rules, at that

No one wants to see it, hide it cause it's sad

I'll agree with my hands in my jeans

I know that I'm right, but I won't fight

Spent the night - but now I'm wrong

I'll play along

My pillow's going deaf

I scream so loud but you would never know

Say it so

Solemnly swear on the melody

It'll never stay the same

For you, they'll say it too

All so they feel right I'll just say

Goodnight, alright fine

Since I've clearly called your bluff

The punching bag is breaking, there's no reason I'm complaining

To the brick wall made of fluff

I'll agree with my hands in my jeans

I know that I'm right, but I won't fight

Spent the night - but now I'm wrong

I'll play along

I hate this song

It's hard to argue when the person never listens

And the fact is when you argue you aren't listening which causes me to

Write a stupid song like this, the presence of which makes me itch

Cause now I've spent my precious time

On writing you these silly rhymes

Didn't want to write another one like this

Existential from just a loose stitch