Shoes

Staying at Mike's 'til the end of June, he went back home So I'm in his room, it's cool Lonely, too I'd get up at 11, just to go outside Don't have to leave the house, but I feel like tryin' I'm sitting on a chair, tryna count the leaves That fall onto the grass as the neighbors leave And shut their doors enough to shake the ground Oh, I keep singing thoughts As if that makes them leave my mind Resort to watching other people live their lives And give them mine, like trading places As if I could escape it, 'cause when everything stops But the ceiling fan in my room The thought creeps in that The person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes So I started drinking coffee at a place that I like On the Adelaide West near the park that I'd lie awake in With my friends after getting wasted No, it doesn't even matter that I hate the taste I just wanna hear the chatter from a different table I let the noise replace what's in my mind Instead of facing things I thought I left behind I'd rather listen to a stranger live their life And give them mine, like trading places As if I could escape it, 'cause when everything stops But the ceiling fan in my room The thought creeps in that The person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes