Pocket Brain Video (MV)

You were tapping into your palm to prove me wrong again
I was busy with the inventory of hollow sounds in my head
It's a mess in there

As always, I'm looking for a subtle way to shift the conversation back to me
"Won't someone tell me how I'm so great?"

I was typing into my laptop to prove my worth again
Never present with the inventory of pointless thoughts in my head
It's a mess in there

Even as the tips of the trees burst into white and greens
We feel a stab of loss for all the beauty we'll never see

I keep my brain in my pocket
Until it bleeds through my jeans
Better toss it back in my skull cause I've got working in the morning