White Shoes from Hedonism Colosseum by Astro Cowboy

I just want to make this work, but maybe it's just too worn out.
I keep going back and forth, signaling with flags of doubt.
Wishing will not spark a change. Neither will moral delay.
Finally I feel the guilt staring at my white shoes.

How they remind me of spring time: all those nights when we would Step like Ezra told us.
Funny how things end up this way cuz I know that-

Nothing's ever gonna work.
Hopefully we'll that work.
Nothing's gonna be the same.
Believe me that I want to change.
But this change will be all in vain; like always I'm way too late.
Finally I feel the guilt staring at my white shoes.

Holding onto memories like this canvas barely clings to the rubber soles.
It's time to move on, though it's so hard without you
-out you
-out you
-out you
-out you
white shoes.

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