Pockets

Your hands are cold
Digging through pockets of coats I used to own
Searching the corners for words that feel like home
But you know
Words aren't meant to last
Those words weren't meant to last

Our tongues are tied
Lying in bed like we were side by side
Making believe that neither of us have cried
And we lied, but we tried
Like we were meant to last

You're waking up in the middle of the night
You can't remember whether you put up a fight
And nothing that I say could ever make it right
I've fallen as far as we go (far as we go)
Yeah, I've fallen as far as we go

I can't forget when you said that you realized
That when we're good, we think our memory lies
But stay surprised the times we start listening
To the space between our minds and our lives unwind
(Ooooo)
(Mmmm-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

My hands are cold
Twisted in fingers of people that I don't know
Terrified somebody else will feel like home
But you know
That this life is
How every other person's life is
And your eyes are—
Oh your eyes are the only reason why

(That I'm still, I'm still waking up)
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
(And I still, I still can't remember)
I can't remember whether I put up my fight
(I just wanna know)
Do any of us try? Or do we just die?
Defining our lives by when we got tired?
Do we all fall as far as we go?

You're waking up in the middle—
You can't remember whether you—

But you know that your life is
What every other person's life is
And your eyes are—
Oh, your eyes are the only reason why