Pockets from Fancy Shampoo by Tim Birchard

Pockets

Black garbage bags in the driveway
Everything I own is sitting in the rain
A borrowed van rolling down the highway
Got the pedal to the floor, gonna outrun the pain

I cannot fool myself anymore
I cannot lie to myself anymore

I pride myself on my memory
Remember how you did me wrong
Can't quite recall why you got so angry
Another one down, the list is getting long

I look at you, I look at me
I look at us, I look at Oui
And I begin to compare

Another dollar, another day
Another bill I gotta pay
Why ain't I getting anywhere?

I cannot fool myself anymore
I cannot lie to myself anymore
My pockets are empty, no more excuses
Can't find nobody else to blame
I cannot fool myself anymore

I've got the clothes, I've got the address
I've got the fancy shampoo
I've got a gnawing suspicion that none of this is gonna get me through
And I've got self-righteous indignation
Yeah, I could sell it by the ton
You talk to me about forgiveness
But that don't sound like any fun

I cannot fool myself anymore
I cannot lie to myself anymore
My pockets are empty, no more excuses
Can't find nobody else to blame
I cannot fool myself anymore

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