So that shoe never showed here by my door.
Damn it, the insole never got cushioned by my gel.
Seems to me, this memory foam won’t cut it.
Mi vida en loco is nothing compared to anyone,
Mi vida en mi cabeza has nothing on you.
Rather lets go to the post office and let that sorter,
put in graveyard shift, so you know when and where
did the first miserable tears appeared out of.