I forget what month it is
they all seem the same
over and over it happens to me
I've got it I've got it I've got it I've got it

I've got a pocket full of - sin

I don't know what time it is
the dark pulls my days
turning and turning the nightmare on me
I've got it I've got it I've got it I've got it
I've got a pocket full of -

I'm one of the unloved

I can see whose breath it is
the chill frames my face
stopping and starting a picture of one
I've got it I've got it I've got it I've got it
I've got a pocket full of -

I'm one of the unloved
I want to be unloved