These Shoes

White stitch and lining underneath my feet
Black lace and rubber makes a pretty squeak, you'll see

I've been jumping of trampolines covering magazines sort of
But nothing compares to these shoes
I've been running with scissors understanding my youth it was precious
But nothing compares to these shoes

For years been carrying me off solid ground
For years been carrying me around and around, around

I've been jumping of trampolines covering magazines sort of
But nothing compares to these shoes
I've been running with scissors understanding my youth it was precious
But nothing compares to these shoes

I've been jumping of trampolines covering magazines sort of
But nothing compares to these shoes
I've been running with scissors understanding my youth it was precious
But nothing compares to these shoes

I've been dancing with a sailors, calculating my dreams its absurd boy
But nothing compares to these shoes
I've been stabbing my conscience had enough of the nonsense I'm writing
But it always comes back to these shoes