In My Pocket, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

creating my own world
my safe-haven utopia
a place i build for me
and no one else to see

in here all is clear
never grey and cloudy
the sky a bright blue
the sun shines true

i carry it in my pocket
i bring it everywhere
so i can take it out and climb right in
if ever i am cold again

you think that you can see me
but i'm invisible in here
try to find me if you will
try to see beyond these windowsills

i don't have to draw the curtains
i wear a heavy shield
it takes me to another place
where from here i'm erased

this world is just a creation
but one that i believe in
it gets me through each day
it gives me wings to fly away
Posted: 2005-01-21 00:03:19 UTC

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