they all ask me
where my smile is
and i say my pockets

they all ask  me
why i'm not smiling
and i say my smile is now his

they all ask me
why i can't smile
and i say i can but i never do

they all ask me
if i've ever smiled
and i say i used to

my pockets are full of smiles
they stay upcurved once in a while

my pockets are full of broken souls
hearts covered in deep holes