Lyrics
Slipped on my favorite shoes
I told myself they hold memories
Of when we spray painted in a house
And i held your hand for the first time
Walking happily
I've got smile
Till you got mad at me at what i'm wearing
And you said "you look poor"
"those look dirty, throw them away for the last time!"
But i've been told they have character
And that's all that matters (to me)
You won't get my head wrapped around your shoulders
Yea stay out of my mind, i like my life
You won't get my head wrapped around your shoulders
Yea stay out of my mind, i like my life