Soupshoes (Bedroom Demo)

It was cold outside And your shoes were soaked We called them Soupshoes And you asked for mine Those beaten up converse Covered in grass and dirt We walked to the river And I had your hand in mine We went to the hippie store Full of rocks and stones You saw an emerald Green, like my eyes Oh, I knew I loved you so Oh, I couldn't see you go And now I'm writing all these songs That are stuck in my head I feel like I'm better off dead But for now I'm just thinking about Soupshoes Oh, how I miss you