Pocket Full of Dreams

They say if I get paid then I'll be fine But I can't get by on anything but you I know if I smoke then I might die But I won't die for anything but you I found a shooting star in the pocket of my jeans I won the lottery and built a time machine I got everything, and everything is mine to lose But I don't want anything but you They say great things come if you wait But I won't wait for anything but you Free falls and alcohol, I've paid my dues Now I can't get high on anything but you I found a shooting star in the pocket of my jeans I won the lottery and built a time machine I got everything, and everything is mine to lose But I don't want anything but you Ooh, ooh, ooh A cardboard box of make believe Empty pockets full of dreams And you are everything I need I never found a shooting star and there's holes in my jeans I didn't win the lottery or build a time machine I never had much at all but I still got everything to lose 'Cause I don't want anything 'Cause I don't want anything But you