Seashells

Written by Comfort Cat

The bottoms of my feet remind me of seashells
The bottoms of my feet remind me of seashells

Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why

I don’t have to tell you how I feel
’cause you can see through me like I’m not real
You can read me like the palm of your hand
like a tea leaf
like the palm of your hand


like I’m not real
like I’m not real
like I’m not real

Your eyes remind me of the sea at night
Your eyes remind me of the sea at night
Your eyes remind me of the sea at night

Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why

I don’t have to tell you how I feel
’cause you can see through me like I’m not real
You can read me like the palm of your hand
like a tea leaf
Like the palm of your hand
like a tea leaf
like the palm of your hand
like I’m not real
like I’m not real
am I not real?

The bottoms of my feet remind me of seashells
The bottoms of my feet remind me of seashells
The bottoms of my feet remind me of seashells

Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why


© 2013 Comfort Cat

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