Pocket change

Don't hide your face Let your tears wash away your mistakes And don't lie again Let your words bring peace to all you waste Tell your friends I'm just pocket change That you wish that you could just erase Tell your family I'm not here to stay So don't even bother making me a plate Don't smile in vain Match your features to the cold embrace And light up the flame That'll burn a thousand nights through all the rain Tell your friends I'm a pain And that you wish you could just erase Tell your family to curse my name And ban me from your home in Westwood Lane But then call me up In the early morning when you're half drunk And you'll tell me you're fucked up And that you'll give it all up for us And then I'll, well I'll pull up And put all my self respect and trust Inside your body through my own Oh my darling is this love? Oh Is this? What is this? Oh is it? What is it? Oh is it? Is it love? Oh I And tell your friends I'm just pocket change That you wish that you could just erase Tell your family I'm not here to stay So don't even bother making me a plate Ohh I Ohh I