Song Mindy Gledhill - Pocketful of Poetry

I don't do well if I'm kept behind an office desk inside it makes me lose my mind
Which wonders endlessly where all the birds fly freely with their silhouettes and perfect symmetry
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me
I draw doodles of eccentric faces in the margin spaces of important papers
Then I hand them in with a comedic grin
You ask if I need help, oh where do I begin?
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me
People are good, loving, they tell me
Do as you should, all will be well they say
Life is a test, please give the best answer
A or B or C, pick one instantly
What if there's so much more to me?
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me