T. Burke - Fit Those Shoes

Brought together for a weekend
Just to disappear again
Kindled from a recollection
Children imitating men
Falling back into the person
That I haven't known in years
Carrying a reputation
Gullible and soaked in beer
I don't know what I'm expecting here
There's no key under the mat to unlock that door
I don't know why I'm so insincere
Can't admit that I don't fit those shoes anymore
Staring out across the water
Turning back towards the scene
Figurines inside a dollhouse
Shadows flickering on a screen
I know all about your resume'
And the city you call home
But with all these facts and figures
Why do I end up all alone
I don't know what I'm expecting here
There's no key under the mat to unlock that door
I don't know why I'm so insincere
Can't admit that I don't fit those shoes anymore
Fit those shoes anymore
Fit those shoes anymore
Who are you to complain
Say your prayers, drink your champagne
Tell your jokes and play the game
We're all friends here
I don't know what I'm expecting here
There's no key under the mat to unlock that door
I don't know why I'm so insincere
Can't admit that I don't fit those shoes anymore
I don't know what I expected here
Only whispers of the ghost that I was before
I don't know why I'm so insincere
Can't admit that I don't fit those shoes anymore
Fit those shoes anymore
Fit those shoes anymore
Fit those shoes anymore

Written by:
Taylor Burke

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