I could get lost in your shoe,

I'd rather get lost in your lips and your eyes,

In your voice and your smile,

In your sweet lullabies.

I could get lost in your shoe,

But I'd rather get lost in your anger and fury,

Your lust and your beauty.

Your soft hate depression,

Your viewer discretion,

Your stupid f***ing obsessions.

I could get lost in your shoe,

The shape, the edgesm

The color, the design.

And maybe now I know,

I'd rather waste my gaze on the wear,

Not the wearer,

Because the wear can kick and stomp,

Even break a few bones,

But the wearer...

You don't even want to know.