I'm wondering if anything
Worth keeping will ever be permanent for me
I'm better off with near enough
That's easily more comfort than I'll ever need
When there's no change at all in the scenery
Run a mile, break stride in these shoes
Give old to the new, I'm not able to
I've won allot, cut my losses
Had everything needed and traded it for this
I'm petrified of ordinary
The truth be told will do whatever to a piece
Without any clue about anything
Run a mile, break stride in these shoes
Give old to the new, I'm not able too
Run a mile, break stride in these shoes
Give old to the new, I'm not able to
Run a mile, break stride in these shoes
Give old to the new, I'm not able to
Run a mile, break stride in these shoes
Give old to the new, I'm not able to