Pockets Full of Tuesdays (Moody Indie-Pop)

[Verse 1] Did the dishes Still felt ruined Water running Heart refusing Sat on the counter Counting freckles on my arm Like they’re exits on a highway Going places I can’t chart [Chorus] I keep pockets full of Tuesdays Ordinary Raw And strange Little wins and quiet spirals Folded Crumpled in my brain If I make it through this morning With my coffee in my hand That’s a victory they’ll never Really see or understand [Verse 2] Therapist says “Name the feeling” I say “hungry” But I mean “bleeding” Phone full of faces I can’t text when I’m like this So I talk into the ceiling Like it’s licensed to assist [Bridge] There’s a plant on my windowsill Still alive Somehow If that stubborn green can grow in dust Maybe I’m allowed [Chorus] I keep pockets full of Tuesdays Ordinary Raw And strange Little wins and quiet spirals Folded Crumpled in my brain If I make it through this evening Brush my teeth and wash my face That’s a medal on a ribbon Only I can give and chase