Shoes
You tell me that I don’t understand
When I try to give you a hand
But this isn’t all so grand
And I’d just like to understand
So give me your shoes
So I can know what it’s like to be you
So I can learn what to do
And patch the holes in your shoes
You ask me if I know
What do I know?
I don’t know, will it snow?
Maybe today, the sun will finally glow
So give me your shoes
So I can know what it’s like to be you
So I can learn what to do
And patch the holes in your shoes
I rip holes in my jeans
Please
I’m coming apart at the seams
Because of the sheer number of holes in my jeans
So give me your shoes
So I can know what it’s like to be you
So I can learn what to do
And patch the holes in your shoes
I’ve considered dying
It was death defying
But it wasn’t worth the crying
So I decided I didn’t like dying
So give me your shoes
So I can know what it’s like to be you
So I can learn what to do
And patch the holes in your shoes
We’re all insecure
Sure
And sadly there’s so cure
For all the tears and fears that come with being insecure
So give me your shoes
So I can know what it’s like to be you
So I can learn what to do
And patch the holes in your shoes
Show me your insecurities
Please
Just open up and let me see
All of your growing, knowing, showing insecurities
So give me your shoes
So I can know what it’s like to be you
So I can learn what to do
And patch the holes in your shoes
