One, two, three, four

I remember you when I was small

You seemed ten feet tall

So beautiful and brave

And now I'm grown up and I see that I wasn't wrong

Everything you do, you do with grace

You fill the cracks, you stitch the cuts

When I fall down, you pick me up

Even though I'm heavy

And oh, the shoes you fill are way too big

They're not even yours, but you make 'em fit

And oh, the shoes you fill are way too big

They're not even yours, but you always make 'em fit for me

I call you a witch, 'cause you have the sight

I call you rich, 'cause you always look nice

I call you my bitch, 'cause you're down for the ride

I call you my sister, 'cause that's what you are

I call you my mother, 'cause you've played the part

I call you my person, 'cause you know my heart

And oh, the shoes you fill are way too big

They're not even yours, but you make 'em fit

And oh, the shoes you fill are way too big

They're not even yours, but you always make 'em fit for me

And I live in constant fear you're gonna die

'Cause what a hole your death would leave

'Cause though I've known you my whole life, I'll never get enough of you and me

Oh, Cassidi

The shoes you fill are way too big

They're not even yours, but you make 'em fit

And oh, the shoes you fill are way too big

They're not even yours, but you always make 'em fit for me

And it means the world to me