Why you scared of picking up the phone?
That's right I guess I'm scared of picking up too
I feel my mind always think of you
When I shouldn't
Cause it makes me feel sick
Like a week long binge of bourbon or some whiskey
Or eating a handful of Kishke
You say you miss me
But I won't let that trick me
I saw your shoelaces untied
Now I'm tripping on my old shoes
Still I just wear them even though I bruise
I keep on falling in the mud
They're dripping and dripping blood
Guess I need new shoes
New shoes
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
Puffingtrinity - Old Shoes Lyrics
Puffingtrinity - Old Shoes Lyrics
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English
Why you scared of picking up the phone?
That's right I guess I'm scared of picking up too
I feel my mind always think of you
When I shouldn't
Cause it makes me feel sick
Like a week long binge of bourbon or some whiskey
Or eating a handful of Kishke
You say you miss me
But I won't let that trick me
I saw your shoelaces untied
Now I'm tripping on my old shoes
Still I just wear them even though I bruise
I keep on falling in the mud
They're dripping and dripping blood
Guess I need new shoes
New shoes
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
That's right I guess I'm scared of picking up too
I feel my mind always think of you
When I shouldn't
Cause it makes me feel sick
Like a week long binge of bourbon or some whiskey
Or eating a handful of Kishke
You say you miss me
But I won't let that trick me
I saw your shoelaces untied
Now I'm tripping on my old shoes
Still I just wear them even though I bruise
I keep on falling in the mud
They're dripping and dripping blood
Guess I need new shoes
New shoes
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
I miss my shoes I want them new
Writer: Jahseh Mendoza
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