"Where the fuck are my shoes? ...No Seriously"

by Bert McKinley

Insure my face and eye lids
My heads buried in the sand

We lost our minds together
Let’s send out the search party

Posters on the telephone poles
I kind of want mine back

You made it out with timing
Why you ever coming back

Been eating all your sadness
And I’ve lost my appetite

Can’t buy some early dinner
Cause I just cant find my shoes

Posters on the telephone poles
I kind of want mine back

You made it out with timing
why you ever coming back

My face and eye lids
My heads buried in the sand

We lost our minds together
Let’s send out the search party

Posters on the telephone poles
I kind of want mine back

You made it out with timing
Why you ever coming back

Been eating all your sadness
And I’ve lost my appetite