Couple days ago I wrote and recorded this when I was drunk. Apparently, I resort to cliches when I’ve had a few.
Stuttering Feet
I can tell by your footsteps
That you don’t wanna leave
So why not just stay here
With me
I know that it’s hard
To sink before you swim
And you have to go home
With him
I’ve been a fool
To play by the rules
I’ve tried to play it cool
But I’ve only known defeat
And then, there’s your stuttering feet
