The Shoe Fits by

[Intro]
Well, why question any of it as long as the shoe fits?
[Verse 1]
They handed me a blueprint, said, "Honey, make it yours."
Pick a dream from the catalog, hang your name above the door.
Go to school. Get the job. Find somebody. Buy the house.
Funny how a life can fit you and still wear you out.
[Pre-Chorus]
I can learn the lines. I can play the part.
I can make it look convincing while it doesn't fit my heart.
[Chorus]
If the shoe fits, doesn't mean it's mine.
I can walk the walk and still be wasting time.
I can wear it well, I can make it look right.
But a perfect little fit ain't a perfect little life.
So if the shoe fits, good for it.
I'm still taking mine off tonight.
[Verse 2]
I planned without a Pinterest board, created without rules.
Before I learned that being different meant explaining it to you.
Then came labels, little boxes, ways to make the strange behave.
We name a thing to understand it, then become the name we gave.
[Pre-Chorus]
I can check the boxes. I can color in the lines.
But I won't confuse compliance with a life I chose as mine.
[Chorus]
If the shoe fits, doesn't mean it's mine.
I can walk the walk and still be wasting time.
I can wear it well, I can make it look right.
But a perfect little fit ain't a perfect little life.
So if the shoe fits, good for it.
I'm still taking mine off tonight.
[Verse 3]
They’ll tell you, "Don’t overthink it. That’s the way it’s always been."
As if saying it for centuries could make it fit my skin.
We inherit old conclusions then defend them like they're facts.
Wear somebody else's thinking till we forget it can come off.
[Bridge]
Who picked the size? Who built the mold?
Who told you fitting in was worth your soul?
Who drew the line? Who made the rule?
And why the hell did I assume they knew?
Maybe nothing's wrong with me.
Maybe I just hate the shoe.
[Final Chorus]
If the shoe fits, doesn't mean it's mine.
I can walk your road and leave myself behind.
I can wear it well. Hell, I wore it all my life.
Wore the soles down to the leather walking somewhere I don’t like.
If the shoe fits, you can keep it.
I got somewhere else to go tonight.
[Post-Chorus]
Take it off. Walk it out. Bare feet on the ground.
Take it off. Walk it out. Find out who you are without it now.
[Outro]
Why question any of it as long as the shoe fits?
That's exactly when you should.

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[Intro] Well, why question any of it as long as the shoe fits? [Verse 1] They handed me a blueprint, said, "Honey, make it yours." Pick a dream from the catalog, hang your name above the door. Go to school. Get the job. Find somebody. Buy the house. Funny how a life can fit you and still wear you out. [Pre-Chorus] I can learn the lines. I can play the part. I can make it look convincing while it doesn't fit my heart. [Chorus] If the shoe fits, doesn't mean it's mine. I can walk the walk and still be wasting time. I can wear it well, I can make it look right. But a perfect little fit ain't a perfect little life. So if the shoe fits, good for it. I'm still taking mine off tonight. [Verse 2] I planned without a Pinterest board, created without rules. Before I learned that being different meant explaining it to you. Then came labels, little boxes, ways to make the strange behave. We name a thing to understand it, then become the name we gave. [Pre-Chorus] I can check the boxes. I can color in the lines. But I won't confuse compliance with a life I chose as mine. [Chorus] If the shoe fits, doesn't mean it's mine. I can walk the walk and still be wasting time. I can wear it well, I can make it look right. But a perfect little fit ain't a perfect little life. So if the shoe fits, good for it. I'm still taking mine off tonight. [Verse 3] They’ll tell you, "Don’t overthink it. That’s the way it’s always been." As if saying it for centuries could make it fit my skin. We inherit old conclusions then defend them like they're facts. Wear somebody else's thinking till we forget it can come off. [Bridge] Who picked the size? Who built the mold? Who told you fitting in was worth your soul? Who drew the line? Who made the rule? And why the hell did I assume they knew? Maybe nothing's wrong with me. Maybe I just hate the shoe. [Final Chorus] If the shoe fits, doesn't mean it's mine. I can walk your road and leave myself behind. I can wear it well. Hell, I wore it all my life. Wore the soles down to the leather walking somewhere I don’t like. If the shoe fits, you can keep it. I got somewhere else to go tonight. [Post-Chorus] Take it off. Walk it out. Bare feet on the ground. Take it off. Walk it out. Find out who you are without it now. [Outro] Why question any of it as long as the shoe fits? That's exactly when you should.

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