Pocket of You

[Verse 1]
You got my hoodie on your chair
Lip gloss on the car door glare
Your laugh spills out of my phone
And suddenly I’m not alone

[Pre-Chorus]
When you say my name
The whole room leans
You make my hard days
Feel like easy dreams

[Chorus]
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours
You make my heart stay sure
Hold me close, hold me close
You’re the one I want most
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours
(My girl) my favorite cure

[Verse 2]
You steal fries from my paper bag
Then kiss me fast, then make me laugh
Your ring on the counter gleams
Like you live inside my dreams

[Pre-Chorus]
When you pull me in
I forget the noise
You turn my bad luck
Into golden coins

[Chorus]
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours
You make my heart stay sure
Hold me close, hold me close
You’re the one I want most
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours
(My girl) my favorite cure

[Bridge]
If the world goes cold
I got your hand
If the road gets rough
I still got plans
With you, with you
I’m better
With you, with you
Forever

[Chorus]
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours
You make my heart stay sure
Hold me close, hold me close
You’re the one I want most
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours
(My girl) my favorite cure

Pop R&B with a mid-tempo sway, crisp claps and warm sub-bass; verse stays intimate with finger snaps and a simple electric-piano motif, pre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and rising percussion, chorus lands with a wide melodic lift and doubled lead vocal. Delay throws on key words, soft ad-libs in parentheses, and a glossy, bright mix with a close-mic, romantic feel.