[Verse 1]
My size cannot be found
It's somehow always
Just a half-size shy
Heels and toes
Began to crack and bleed, they're
Stuffed down into
Shoes that I don't need
[Instrumental Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Direct proportions
To the size and weight
Of this chip of shit
I carry on my hip
And at the rate of
My exchanges
I'll never find those
Shoes to fit these feet
[Chorus]
So sing for us
Sing for us
So drink for us
Drink for us, for us
[Verse 3]
My size cannot be found
It's somehow always
Just a half-size shy
The space between
What I have and need is
Somehow always
Just a half-size
[Outro]
Shy