There\'s a hole in my pocket that\'s about your size.
I\'m afraid you will fall out,
if I don\'t pick you out of there soon
but how could I ever?

If I pick you out
you will be free to go where ever you want to
and then you\'ll leave me anyway
cause you\'re too good for me

And you will realize that
the minute you leave the pocket

So instead
maybe I should wait
for you to fall out

And maybe on the way down
you\'ll hit your head
and forget
that I\'m flawed

And you\'re not

And you\'ll stay anyway.