Christ Sized Shoes - Shiner

My size cannot be found

It’s somehow, always

Just a half size shy

Heels and toes

Began to crack and bleed

They’re stuffed down into

Shoes that i don’t need

Direct proportions

To the size and weight

Of this chip of shit

I carry on my hip

And at the rate of my exchanges

I’ll never find

The shoes to fit these feet

So sing for us and drink for us

My size cannot be found

It’s somehow, always

Just a half size shy

The space between

What I have and need is somehow

Always just a half size shy