Story Behind the Song
This song is about Kara M., a true story of a girl I knew. I read an obituary and realized I was walking around in the designer shoes Kara had given me while we were friends. She committed suicide and this was my way of dealing with it. The song wrote itself and is my way of dealing with the fact that she had tried to screw up my life and thus we were no longer friends when she died.
Lyrics
Dead Girl's Shoes
I've been walking on borrowed time.
Hiding behind police chalk lines.
Yeah, I stuck around the scene of the crime.
It's all a part of some grandious design.
Got her little, black, patent-leather, open-toed slides.
Fire-engine, red, toe-nail sirens shine.
Lit up like a billboard sized danger sign.
We wore the same size, a gift from when she was still alive.
I've been walking around in a dead girl's shoes.
I've been all over town in a dead girl's shoes, yeah.
Scratched-up CD's.
Chronic fatigue.
You won't kill...
She used to say, "Take a long walk in my shoes"
And, then you'd see I've got nothing left to lose.
I guess I did everything she wanted me to do.
Like an effigy, felt the dying breath she drew.
Scratched-up CD's.
Chronic fatigue.
Killer disease.
You won't kill...
Empty pill bottles, broken glass on the floor
Victim of fate, or just another little whore?
Hear my heals click, click on the hot concrete.
I make my way on what's left of these city streets.
I've been all over town in a dead girl's shoes.
I've been walking around in a dead girl's shoes.
Scratched-up CD's.
Chronic fatigue
Killer disease.
You won't kill...no,
You won't kill me.
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