Sima Cunningham - Pocket Sized lyrics

I was calling out your name God, when I tried to cross the street Why does everybody have it so much easier than me I was looking at the sky God, when I thought I saw your face But every time I really need you you're never in the right place I wanna keep you where I want you, pocket sized Pull you out and give you orders Oh my devil tells me why Oh my devil tells me why I was down upon my knees God, trying to do my best I guess you don't appreciate me the same as all the rest Oh lord have mercy on me, Oh lord have mercy on my soul Why does everybody have it so much more in control Why, why why why why Why does everybody have it so much easier that I My devil tells me why