Thomas Owen - The Shoes Song

I don't know all that much about waging war
And I damn sure don't know how to keep the peace
I don't know what it is we're fighting for
And why you can't seem to stay but you won't leave

Tell me how long's this gonna go?
Cause baby, it's getting real old

If you come over this Friday night
Are you still gonna be here when I wake up
Or are you just gonna slip out of bed put your shoes on
Head on right back to what you were running from
Call me up in a week or two
And tell me all the things he said to you
Tell me that you miss me and you want me back
It don't work like that

I threw out your old T-shirts
And ripped up all our pictures
Tossed them in the fire pit out back
I told myself I was through with you
I never really saw it through
Cause when that phone rings
My dumb ass comes running right back to you

So tell me how long's this gonna go
Cause baby, it's getting real old

If you come over this Friday night
Are you still gonna be here when I wake up
Or are you just gonna slip out of bed put your shoes on
Head on right back to what you were running from
Call me up in a week or two
And tell me all the things he said to you
Tell me that you miss me and you want me back

Tell me that you love me
And you cry and say you're sorry
This time's gonna be different than the last
We've been down this road before
One time, two times, three times, four
What we had ain't ever coming back
What we had ain't ever coming back

If you come over this Friday night
Are you still gonna be here when I wake up
Or are you just gonna slip out of bed put your shoes on
Head on right back to what you were running from
Call me up in a week or two
And tell me all the things he said to you
Tell me that you miss me and you want me back

Written by:
Thomas Miller

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