The Bottoms of Our Shoes

Stare me down, shake me up for you only live once

spoil me, turn me special. no one likes a bad sport.

i concluded long ago that your wires had been cut

and that's a flaw

I scratched the metal, and it cut me back

where are the morals and the thanks?

and all the blankets of angst and promise

wrap themselves around my head

Chorus:

When you're speaking, don't hold your tongue

'cause the population likes to hear what you say

and while you're livin', don't hold your breathe

'cause the door will only stay open for so long

but when you're walkin' be careful who you step on

then have the audacity to look to the bottoms of your shoes

To avoid piercing sighs, keep your eyes straight ahead.

burn me, cut me open. can't afford to be late.

I grind my coffee at midnight

and it waits for you there in styrofoam

The clock is crying; he doesn't know when.

but it's okay 'cause the sun's still up.

your stares turn to the other direction

and ice heats up and heartbeats melt

Chorus

{to look to the bottoms of your} shoes

and when they break, guess who'll be watchin'

guess who'll be markin' their words

and when i break, i won't be askin', no.

i won't be askin'.

stare me down, shake me up for you only live once.

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