I wake up in the morning, and I slip on my sneakers tight,
But by the time I get to work, somethin' just ain't right.
My socks are creeping downward, in this old shoe's inner maze,
Feelin' like my life's slipping in these long, long days.
Oh, these socks keep slidin' off my heel,
Every step, it's all too real.
Makes me wanna cry, makes me wanna cuss,
Wishin' I was gone, dust to dust.
I try to pull 'em up, but they just won't stay,
It's a slow, cruel torture in the middle of my day.
Every step's a reminder of the pain I feel inside,
Wishin' I was somewhere far away to hide.
Oh, these socks keep slidin' off my heel,
Every step, it's all too real.
Makes me wanna cry, makes me wanna cuss,
Wishin' I was gone, dust to dust.
Life ain't always grand, ain't a bed of roses,
Sometimes it's the little things that test where your hope is.
When every day's a battle, and you can't find your way,
That's when the smallest troubles can make you wanna stray.
Oh, these socks keep slidin' off my heel,
Every step, it's all too real.
Makes me wanna cry, makes me wanna cuss,
Wishin' I was gone, dust to dust.