Pocket Sized Lyrics

I was calling out your name God, when I tried to cross the street
Why does everybody have it so much easier than me
I was looking at the sky God, when I thought I saw your face
But every time I really need you you're never in the right place

I wanna keep you where I want you, pocket sized
Pull you out and give you orders
Oh my devil tells me why Oh my devil tells me why

I was down upon my knees God, trying to do my best
I guess you don't appreciate me the same as all the rest
Oh lord have mercy on me, Oh lord have mercy on my soul
Why does everybody have it so much more in control

Why, why why why why
Why does everybody have it so much easier that I
My devil tells me why

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