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