Socks - Liza Anne

The first time we made love

I wore socks

Now we’re just worn out

Or maybe just worn down

We just fuck

I guess everybody grows

Out of somethings and into others, don’t we?

But I hate the thought of

Growing out and into another

You’re my favorite pair

Don’t wanna throw you in the wash

No, I wouldn’t dare

Lose any bit of what I love about you

Don’t wanna lose you like that

It’s been a year now and

I still feel good

And that’s strange enough

Too soon to know it

But for now I want this

You’re the one I see it all with

I guess everybody knows

The younger you are the less you’re sure of most things

But I hate the thought

Of growing out and into another

You’re my favorite pair

Don’t wanna throw you in the wash

No, I wouldn’t dare

Lose any bit of what I love about you

Don’t wanna lose you like that

You’re my favorite pair

Don’t wanna throw you in the wash

No, I wouldn’t dare

Lose any bit of what I love about you

Don’t wanna lose you like that