I slipped him in my pocket

I slipped him in my pocket
And i slipped him in my drink

Many were the nights i slipped him in my drink
But each night i folded him into 16ths

Yeah, i bet it felt pretty nice
Well i cant tell you that-
You see, it was a dizzy spell
but every time i folded him into bits

I put him away but i carried him in the inside pocket of my favorite acid washed denim jacket.

He was handsome and quiet
Stood tall with his chest out,
With eyes hollowed and hands cold as ice,

I carried him around and i forgot he was still there,
Then one day i stuck my hand in my pocket...

Folded into bits, folded into nothings.
He was worn out at the seams,
With a tear in each crease.
You see, i carried him around
But i always took him out,
id open him up and id fold him right up,

And then one day i took him out,

I really did,
I took him out and we danced and danced,
We intertwined like a wildfire and we danced,
I drove him mad and i was wild.

He’d light up and every time his eyes flickered he’d be staring right into my soul.
He’d look straight at me with eyes full
and as his mouth was moving the words seemed to consume me,
Each time he confessed,
he’d say i was the magic.

I lit up his skies and i let him bloom everytime i came to visit,

Then one day when i was folding him into bits- yeah, i was folding him into 16ths...

Well, on the last fold my magic lit a spark and i set him on fire and now i find myself dancing every night with a drink in my hand.