Pocket

I see you standing alone in your corner
I´m getting my nerve up to maybe walk over
Sweeping the room I see no one but you there
Avoiding my gaze still feel you stare

Aren´t you the one who´s been picking my flowers
Whose shadow I see when I walk myself home
Are you the shadow I´ve seen at my backdoor
I know you´re out there see if I care

You´re too late you´re too late, too late, too late
You are perfect but you are not mine

So I see you talking to my best friend Mibetta
You´re laughing at something romantic she said
I think she wants to be naked beside you
Funny that she wants the same thing that I do

Too late you´re too late, too late, too late
You are perfect but you are not mine

So now I´m alone with you here in your corner
I feel no resistance when I pull you close
The air around us is charged like a rocket
So stand still and I´ll put my hands in your pockets

Too late you´re too late, too late, too late
You are perfect but you are not mine

Too late you´re too late, too late, too late
You are perfect but you are not mine