Текст песни
Oh, look what I found
A pair in a dim lit shop
No label, no tears
Left on a shelf like I thought
You don't bother to clear
Someone else walked out in
Someone else's skin
Now it's my turn for the
Scuff marks and the grin
If the shoe fits, then fucking
Wear it, don't stall, let the heel
Press the truth into the ball
There's salt in the seams
And a map in the sole
If the shoe fits, then
Ah, fucking wear it!
We trade our names for a
Glass sunrise, stamps half torn
Smile for the camera
Every promise worn
There's comfort in the
Knowing that nothing's a sin
When your footsteps match
The shape of your skin
If the shoe fits, then fucking
Wear it, don't stall, let the heel
Press the truth into the ball
There's salt in the seams
And a map in the sole
If the shoe fits, then
Ah, fucking wear it!
Fucking wear it
Let's fucking go
Wear it, wear it
Fucking wear it, wear it
Fucking wear it
Don't pretend the box
Never cracked open wide
The fit was there waiting
You can't always hide
There's a clock that forgets
The hours, a moth at the light
A mirror that blinks
When you laugh at the night
We pass off the blame
With a shrug and a sip
But the shape at the bottom
Keeps sinking its tip
If the shoe fits, then fucking
Wear it loud and low
Let it drag you through
Alleys you used to forego
There's a story stitched
In every worn out sole
If it fits, then own the toll
No more waiting rooms, no more polite deceit
No more waiting rooms, no more polite deceit
No more waiting rooms, no more polite deceit
No more waiting rooms, no more polite deceit