Skate Shoes

He’s got skate shoes… but he can’t skate.

He’s got a better guitar than me… but he can’t play.

He loves to gamble… but he can’t play the odds.

He goes to church every Sunday morning but lord knows he don’t believe in god.

So I sing this song, to the “wish I was” nation.

They’ve been waiting so long, but the train already left the station.

There is no pain you are receiving for giving up on the dreams you once believed in.

I really wish you liked to open up.

And fill your mind back past the front.

It’s clear to see you have no tenacity…

He owns his own sailboat

but he never took the time to learn how to sail

I’d offer him a hit of my sticky icky and I know hit it

But I also know he wouldn’t inhale

Well that’s fine I’ll bide my time and try

Not to despise this wise guy’s lies and exaggerations

My patience is growing thin, he’ll never finish

But he’s always ready to begin.

He’s in and out of hobby’s and clicks

Quicker than a clock could tick

But I’ll build it brick by brick

And I’ll mend the seams when it breaks if that’s what it takes

In fear he shakes from the moment he wakes

Way down in the depth of your soul

You think that you can’t break away from the way that they