Pockets

Empty out your pockets for all the retribution
Empty out your sense of self so you can sell the wine
Product of, or born to be a memory to serve
As a small reminder for someone that left you on the line

So you grew apart but made the same excuses
And you figured that would be enough to claim a winning side
The other had the chance to take you out at the knees
As a small reminder to complicate your dissimulated life

It was you
You werе always

I'm sorry if I ever made you feel foolish
With condеscending words that you'd recite to remind
A tiny part of you must have known this was all
An apology that was meant to go through your back and to the side

I'm sorry if I ever made you feel empty
By baring crooked teeth and showing my defensive side
But since you took the chance to take me out at the knees
Love served its only purpose as a complicated lie