I watched her go
She wore his coat
It was her birthday
She seemed kind of stoned
Didn't recognize the girl I used to know
She was daft with the swirl of his skin on her nose
Their eyes came alive when they talked
Like the way that her mom did
When she had too much to drink
Or her brother when he got back from the football
And I'm thinking oh, oh, oh
They're the shoes that I'm supposed to be wearing
Oh, oh, oh, they're just my size
And I'm thinking oh, oh, oh
They're the shoes that I'm supposed to be wearing
Oh, oh, oh, they're just like mine
I watched her go
She could have worn my clothes
It was her birthday
People there I didn't know
And for my mind sake
I thought that I should go
Afraid that I'll see too much
Face up to my jealousy
Standing on the sidelines while it does
And I'm thinking oh, oh, oh
They're the shoes that I'm supposed to be wearing
Oh, oh, oh, they're just my size
And I'm thinking oh, oh, oh
They're the shoes that I'm supposed to be wearing
Oh, oh, oh, they're just like mine (they're just like mine)
If it's down on to man I could spin you right in the brown
And be friends we do make far reverse in the crowd
At least that is how I imagined it to be
Instead, I'm getting red wine stains out of my T's
And I'm thinking oh, oh, oh
They're the shoes that I'm supposed to be wearing
Oh, oh, oh, they're just like mine
