Old Shoes - Gabriel Rios

I, I am not at ease

For i was born with these

A fight behind the skull

And a pale contender

And nothing plays the part

Better than him

And oh

There is science in the dark

The crooked twisted lines have

Coded my relief

And now i can remember

All that can go wrong

In everyone

How can i undo this?

But here in my mind

There is a part, is a hole

With horizons

For all

And it’s on to me

And it’s on to you

And it loves the answer

Oh treacherous heart

Treacherous hymn

Ushering me

Out of mind

Out of mind