Pocket Collapses

If we never speak again

If they disconnect your number

I’ll still call it up

I’ll still need the structure

If they close the city

If they blow the bridge

I’ll slip out through the tunnel

I’ll wash up in a ditch

I aim my sight

I gave up twice

Your hand, my side

So late, so right

If the pocket collapses on our quarterback

There’s no way we come back from that

If the pocket collapses on our quarterback

There’s no way we come back from that

If a tumor takes me out

If a treatment doesn’t take

Scatter me in water

Toss me in a lake

Walk me through the garden

Cover me in green

Read from Romans 8

Justify the means

I’m not sure what happens next

I got regrets

I got collectors on my debts

I got regrets

I got collectors on my debts

If the pocket collapses on our quarterback

There’s no way we come back from that

If the pocket collapses on our quarterback

There’s no way we come back from that

I know you're going through hell, but I've got your back

There's no way they'll get away with that

If the pocket collapses, man I've got your back

There's no way they'll get away with that