Old Black Converse

I want to throw away my black converse

You know it has a special price

Every day I just want to start with them

With my black converse

 

I lost the colour, lovely ones

They change elderly

Black being grey

So sick and tired of all the shape

 

My mother tells me, what are you wearing for

Even though we were being friends

in same land and same sky

Another day I see that you were destroyed

 

Being dirty and a cheap sort

Let’s see it size

Let’s run away

Don’t let the colours fade to gray

 

It’s time to leave these old black converse