I've got a pocket full of secrets
Nobody knows what I keep in it
Seams come undone the more I fill it
And I'm dragging them on
(chorus)
Would you still love me if i never made a damn thing of myself?
If I turned my back on everything I've known
Would you still hold me if I cried for the part of me that died
From the thought of doing all of this alone?
I've got a closet full of regrets
Boxed up and placed where I can't see them
Seems they're never out of my head
And I'm always out of my head
(chorus)
