It was cold outside
And your shoes were soaked
We called them Soupshoes
And you asked for mine
Those beaten up converse
Covered in grass and dirt
We walked to the river
And I had your hand in mine
We went to the hippie store
Full of rocks and stones
You saw an emerald
Green, like my eyes
Oh, I knew I loved you so
Oh, I couldn't see you go
And now I'm writing all these songs
That are stuck in my head
I feel like I'm better off dead
But for now I'm just thinking about Soupshoes
Oh, how I miss you