I've got a pocket full of secrets Nobody knows what I keep in it Seams come undone the more I fill it And I'm dragging them on (Chorus) Would you still love me if i never made a damn thing of myself? If I turned my back on everything I've known Would you still hold me if I cried for the part of me that died From the thought of doing all of this alone? I've got a closet full of regrets Boxed up and placed where I can't see them Seems they're never out of my head And I'm always out of my head (Chorus) And I'm draggin them on... (Chorus)