and I stay together like glue,
six eyed Doc Martens
bought in 1992.
We've seen hard times, also some fun
together we've accomplished all that can be done.
In 10th grade while fucking
these boots on her sheet
s, provided more traction
Polished shiny at times or caked in Lollapalooza
covered in Crash Worship crap
and junkie's blood
They've helped with walking
treaded waters in the Guadelupe
River and the North Sea
Conquered Amsterdam cobblestone
while I was tokin,
seen the only girl I've loved and my heart broken.
Watched my judgement
fail, the wrong people I trusted
my feet felt great that night
I got busted.
Covered in vomit
on nights I've had too much,
stayed on my left foot while I used a crutch
Now on their last days, completely worth the money
they might never be used, but never thrown away.
Maybe I should have called this "Ode to my Boots," or maybe I shouldn't have taken the time to write this. But last night the hole in the sole got too big, so I have to retire them. Thanks for the memories boots.