Pockets

I read in between all the lines of your Letter. One text and it never mattered. Like it wasn't four AM on the left side Of your bed three nights ago. Like we weren't having sex that you regret, Ignore my texts, I don't exist in your world. What do you want? What can I give? I'll give it all. My hands in my pockets, there's blood on my Shoes. While you're looking past me, I'm looking at you. My heart's on the table, you're halfway out the Door. My pockets are empty, but you still want More. Yeah, you still want more. Deep breath in for the nighttime. I see your face but I'm alone. How can I get in your limelight? I peel my skin, I crack my bones. What do you want? What can I give? I'll give all. My hands in my pockets, there's blood on my Shoes. While you're looking past me, I'm looking at you. My heart's on the table, you're halfway out the Door. My pockets are empty, but you still want More. Yeah, you still want More.