[Verse 1]
You left a lipstick ring on the collar of my jacket
A taxi receipt with a time stamp at three past
Found your name in my phone under a different light
Laugh through the wall, I heard you call him mine
[Pre-Chorus]
I held the quiet like a fragile thing
Trust folded neat in the backseat of our Sunday
Then your silence turned to a smirk on your tongue
And the world rearranged where I belonged
[Chorus]
You left me pockets full of glass and a phone full of ghosts
Every message like a match, burning holes through what I chose
Told me forever, clocked out at midnight's pass
You left me, you left me with pockets full of glass
[Verse 2]
There was perfume on his sweater — your laugh on replay
A snapshot in the corner where you swore you'd stay
Your promises like coins I fed into a broken jukebox
Now every song skips on the line where you walked off
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Your betrayal cut in syllables, quiet and precise
I counted ordinary things: his name, the lipstick, the lies
You traded our mornings for somebody else's dawn
Left me holding all the questions and a couch cushion worn
[Chorus - Variation]
You left me pockets full of glass and receipts for two
Your lipstick on his collar; a truth I never knew
You traded our catalog of names for a reckless pass
You left me, you left me with pockets full of glass
[Bridge]
I burned your postcards — not out of spite but to learn the heat
Kept one torn-up photograph because forgetting takes repeat
I walked to the river with your keys and let them sink
Watched the metal bite the current, watched the reflection blink
This is the moment I stop waiting for you to come back
I stitch my wounds with something stronger than your track
[Chorus - Final]
You left me pockets full of glass and a ledger of your lies
But I found a shape in the shards — a skyline, not your sky
I learned to hold the light that broke when you passed
You left me, you left me with pockets full of glass
[Outro]
I walk cleaner now, your shadow's just a lesson cast
Pockets emptied of the pieces, future stitched from the past
You can keep your echoes, I keep moving fast
No more pockets full of glass.
