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There's a rip in the of the left sleeve
And one doesn't match
You sewed that one on and at the time it made me laugh
It's frayed on the collar, it's so old and faded out

And never wash it
'Cause it smells so exactly you when you left it
I'm sure you didn't twice about it
But the irony is that I live without it

I wear your shirt it's your arms around me
I put it on and you surround me
It's so on my skin
Like the of your hands

So good it hurts, I should burn it I
it up I'm this close
But for the
I just let go of your shirt

It keeps me when I sleep
And nights I don't
It keeps me
got it on in the mornings having coffee
And work when I'm watching TV

my comfort, it's my torture and, yes, I realize
It's just some out old fabric
But it's my prize
And I'd be a wreck in a New York
If I think too of how you held me in it

I your shirt like it's your arms around me
I put it on and you just me
It's so soft on my
the touch of your hands

So it hurts
I should burn it, I know tear it up I'm close
But for the
I just let go of your shirt

Your shirt, I love your