Pockets

The Caulfield Cult

There are holes in my pockets and holes in my hands
There's no where to go but down from here

And as the floor caves in and I see whats beneath
I can only surrender to it
Feed my addiction and cure my heartache
Another smoke to slow things down but time wont wait
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