White Shoes

Waste of space I've become and stayed at
I want you back
But unsure if that's exactly good for either of you
We still will all wear our white shoes

I just want to make this work
But maybe it's just too worn out
I keep going back and forth signaling with flags of doubt
Wishing will not spark a change
Neither will moral delay
Finally I feel the guilt staring at my white shoes

How they remind me of spring time
All those nights when we would Step like Ezra told us
Funny how things end up this way cause I know that

Nothing's ever gonna work
Hopefully we'll make that work
Nothing's gonna be the same
Believe me that I want to change
But this change will be all in vain
Like always I'm way too late
Finally I feel the guilt staring at my white shoes

Holding onto memories like this canvas
Barely clings to the rubber soles
It's time to move on though it's so hard without you
Out you
Out you
Out you
White shoes