In Your Pocket

Okay, you want the song of the summer
But all of my thoughts are a bummer
And I'm getting older and dumber, uh oh

Take me upstairs
In your pocket, put me up there
In your locket, wear me around
Take me with you whenever you're out

Oh, don't, don't, don't hang up
Don't quit, don't leave me alone
Still, he's still fucked up
Still miss you when I'm alone

Don't play with my emotions
Don't play with my emotions
It's not fair
It's not even

Someday we'll make a sister and brother
And you'll make a hell of a mother
And we'll be so good to each other, yeah, uh

Take me upstairs
In your pocket, put me up there
In your locket, wear me around
You can have me whenever you're down, yeah

Don't, don't, don't hang up
Don't quit, don't leave me alone
Still, he's still fucked up
Still miss you when I'm alone

Don't play with my emotions
Don't play with my emotions
It's okay if you don't know yet
But don't play with my emotions
It's not fair
It's not even
You don't care
I don't either