This song is about Kara M. who committed suicide as a result of her worsening Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. We wore the same sized shoes. When I learned of her death, I looked at my feet. I was wearing her shoes.
pop
sexy
female
alternative rock
insightful
jodee buckley
dead girls shoes
Story behind the song
The song wrote itself once the title came out of me after realizing that I was wearing the "Dead Girl's Shoes". Kind of creepy, eh?
Lyrics
© Jodee Buckley, 2002
Dead Girl’s Shoes
I’ve been walking on borrowed time
Hiding behind police chalk lines.
Yea, I stuck around the scene of the crime
It’s all part of some grandiose design.
Got her little, black, patent leather open-toed slides.
Fire engine red toenail sirens shine
Lit up like a billboard sized danger sign.
We wore the same size, a gift from when she was alive.
I’ve been walking around in a dead girl’s shoes
I’ve been all over town in a dead girl’s shoes
Scratched up CD’s
Chronic fatigue
Killer disease
You won’t kill…
She used to say, “Take a long walk in my shoes”
Then you’d see I’ve got nothing left to lose.
I guess I did everything she wanted me to.
Like an effigy, felt the dying breath she drew.
Scratched up CD’s
Chronic fatigue
Killer disease
You won’t kill…
Empty pill bottles’, broken glass on the floor
Victim of fate or just another little whore?
Hear my heels click, click on the hot, concrete
I make my way on what’s left of these city streets
I’ve been all over town in a dead girl’s shoes
I’ve been walking around in a dead girl’s shoes.
Scratched up CD’s
Chronic fatigue
Killer disease
You won’t kill
No, you won’t kill me.