Verse 1 Got a galaxy in my pocket Lint, keys, and a tiny sun Every time I try to stop it It keeps spinning just for fun Pre-Chorus The cashier says “paper or plastic?” I say “either, I don’t care” ‘Cause I’m carrying a whole damn system And it’s tugging at my hair Chorus Galaxy in my pocket, it’s getting heavy Little black hole, don’t you dare get friendly I’m trying to be normal in aisle seventeen With a universe making noise in my jeans Verse 2 I’m late, but time’s not mad about it Time is sipping something cold I can hear the planets gossip About the way I’m getting old Pre-Chorus The street signs look like prophecies The moon’s a store-brand light And my pocket keeps expanding Like it wants to eat the night Chorus Galaxy in my pocket, it’s getting heavy Little black hole, don’t you dare get friendly I’m trying to be normal in aisle seventeen With a universe making noise in my jeans Bridge If I empty out my pockets Will it roll beneath the couch? Will I wake up in the morning With a comet in my mouth? Final Chorus Galaxy in my pocket, I’m not ready I keep walking like the floor isn’t unsteady I’m trying to be human in aisle seventeen While the stars do a choir where my heart should be Outro tag Galaxy… galaxy… (into long instrumental drift)
