Bare With Me
I think, in reality
Our shoes are made of glass
Cold, translucent with a slight fog, glass
Even though our toenails are ice picks and heels are cement,
Our shoes seem to provide a layer between the earth and our feet
And, from what I gather, they're sturdy
Having yet to chip
Lately I've been living...
Our shoes are made of glass
Cold, translucent with a slight fog, glass
Even though our toenails are ice picks and heels are cement,
Our shoes seem to provide a layer between the earth and our feet
And, from what I gather, they're sturdy
Having yet to chip
Lately I've been living...