rosemary pockets

All I had to do was open up to you, turn myself in Hands behind your back, give up all that stash, just throw it all away Now you're just a distant memory, floating in the carpet waves If I could, I'd dive back in, but I don't wanna hurt my head again I'm still brushing rosemary out of my pockets Dead flowers lining the walls of your closet I can see you on the bus, singing in your seat While I'm out chasing little bodies down the street I thought I could carry all my weight underneath my eyes Take that luggage and throw it out, but that's just another lie I know I chose this cold bowl of cereal, so snap, crackle and pop You're sitting there, complacently, wish I had some guts I'm still brushing rosemary out of my pockets Dead flowers lining the walls of your closet I can see you on the bus, singing in your seat While I'm out chasing little bodies down the street Take control, stop doing what I'm doing I'm still brushing rosemary out of my pockets Dead flowers lining the walls of your closet I can see you on the bus, singing in your seat While I'm out chasing little bodies down the street