Lyrics Cinnamon In My Pocket - Amber Smith

Cinnamon In My Pocket

The year of paper
When we were closer
I thought i found myself, while i was shattered
Reading your letter
Now i know better
With gravel in my shoes
I couldn’t have got away
It’s kind of funny
When you’re pushed to the edge
You find what it takes to survive
If you’re fine, i’m happy
Though you still have to learn,
How to look straight into my eyes
The year of leather
we drifted further
Another way of life — can’t really blame her
Though i’m still battered
What does it matter?
With cinnamon in my pocket
I know i’ll be okay
…i know what i said, but i’m actually stronger without you
I admit there are things i regret
Ad things you did that i’ll never understand
I made my point, i hope one day it gets to you
So let me tell you a memory instead
And i will keep your picture in my had
forever