Something I thought I had left behind
Just a token of something I fear
But why did you have to follow me here?
I thought I told you to stay back home
While you're in there could you get my comb?
I have to look good when I get to this place
And as for you, you can't show your face
So many times we throw him aside
But Jesus Christ is nothing to hide
Some place him on bracelets or lockets
But he is not what belongs in your pocket
Put in my hand and what do I feel?
Something I believe is real
But I can live this life on my own
I can deal with being alone
I thought I told you that I would be fine
Why do you care about this life that's mine?
I'm focused on things that are near
I don't have time to listen here
I won't
Keep him in my pocket