Pockets

I went out trying to rewind
Lighten up, take back time
Hearing your words
I feel terrible for hurting you
When we were young
And we were pure

You're hoping that if there is a God
That they don't search your pockets
At heaven's gate
And find your vices
That drove us apart

When we were young
And I was pure
And I was trusting you
The way I'd never been able before

I hope you're happy and you're feeling loved
During all of these transitions
I hope you know that I feel terrible for hurting you
When I was learning how to feel