Filling Shoes

He ain't me

And she ain't you

They make love

While we made do

A kiss won't fix

An open wound

So are we swept up off our feet

Or filling shoes?

Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes

Yeah

Don't you hate it when you're driving past the Whole Foods

That we used to roll to?

You never had Açaí Bowls til I showed you

It's crazy how something so new turns to go-to

And don't it suck when you know you're about to see me?

Shit ain't ever easy

You bought a new dress from Free People

But you don't speak freely

Or else you would've told me that you really need me

I found love

So I thought

You did too

But he ain't me

And she ain't you

They make love

While we made do

A kiss won't fix

An open wound

So are we swept up off our feet

Or filling shoes?

Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes

Ooh

Don't you hate it when the past has to stay back?

You been on my mind like this Dodgers LA hat

Hard to move on when my mind finds its way back

I'm Rick Ross, you're the Mayback

'Cause I found love

So I thought

You did too

But he ain't me

And she ain't you

They make love

While we made do

A kiss won't fix

An open wound

So are we swept up off our feet

Or filling shoes?

Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes

Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes

Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes