U have my hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket
And i cry and u keep asking me why
If i wonder what it means being younger
But it's kind of hard to keep ur mood high
When the world is going under
And it's kind of nice not being alone
With this feeling of destruction
And i can't tell whether u know
If this is real or if it's fiction
U've got my hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket
U've got my hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket
And all the words i know is something u've said
And if it's not then how did they get here
This can't all be in my head
Did i make it up like shakespeare
But i really can't be on my own
In this feeling of destruction
But i don't mind if i don't know
If this is real or if it's fiction
U have my hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket
U have my hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
Pushing everyone around
I'll be lying on the ground wondering how i got here
And there's fear in my head
And there's dread in my mind
I can't find my thoughts anymore
They've stopped making sense
Hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket
U have my hand in ur pocket
My brain is like a mosh pit
My hand in ur pocket