Testo di Shoes

Staying at Mike's till the end of June He went back home, so I'm in his room It's cool Lonely, too I'd get up at 11:00 just to go outside Don't have to leave the house, but I feel like trying I'm sitting on a chair, tryna count the leaves That fall onto the grass as the neighbours 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 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