My pocket

I´m not that good
Just common
I´m not in mood
You should understand
Look my closed eyes and try
Do I look calm?
Nothing is sure right now
I haven´t got your hand in my pocket any more
And that´s hard to manage
You were so alone... but I don´t remember
Call me bastard
Lost in my (your) words
Could I be what you used to dream?
In my pocket, just your neckerchief
In your neck, just his caress