Shoes

 
G 
Staying at Mike's 'til the end of June 
G 
He went back home, so I'm in his room 
     D         A 
It's cool, lonely too 
    G 
I'd get up at 11:00 just to go outside 
      G                                              D A 
Don't have to leave the house, but I feel like tryin' 
    G 
I'm sitting on a chair, tryna count the leaves 
     G 
That fall onto the grass when the neighbors leave 
    D                                    A 
And shut their doors enough to shake the ground 
    G              Bm                  A                   G 
Oh, I keep singing thoughts as if that makes them leave my mind 
          Bm             A                 G 
Resort to watching other people live their lives 
              Bm        A       G 
And give them mine like trading places 
   Bm           A 
As if I could escape it 
 

 
            Em                        D                 A 
'Cause when everything stops, but the ceiling fan in my room 
                               Em                  D                    A 
The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes 
 

 
     G 
So I started drinking coffee at a place that I like 
   G                                         D 
On Adelaide West near the park that I'd lie awake in 
                              A 
With my friends after getting wasted 
       G 
No, it doesn't even matter that I hate the taste 
       G                                            D 
I just wanna hear the chatter from a different table 
  A                                  G 
I let the noise replace what's in my mind 
           Bm              A                G 
Instead of facing things I thought I left behind 
           Bm          A                   G 
I'd rather listen to a stranger live their life 
              Bm A              G 
And give them mine like trading places 
   Bm           A 
As if I could escape it 
 

 
            Em                        D                 A 
'Cause when everything stops, but the ceiling fan in my room 
                               Em                  D                    A 
The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes