There's a rip
On the elbow on the left sleeve
And one button doesn't match
You sewed that one on yourself
And at the time, it made me laugh
It's frayed on the collar
It's so old and so faded out blue
And I'll never wash it
Cause it smells so exactly like you
When you left it
I'm sure you didn't think twice about it
But the irony is
That I can't live without it
I wear your shirt
Like it's your arms around me
I put it on
And you just surround me
It's soft on my skin
Like the touch of your hand
So good, it hurts
I should burn it, I know
Tear it up, I'm this close
For the moment, I just can't let go
Of your shirt
It keeps me warm
When I sleep and those nights I don't
It keeps me company
I got it on in the mornings
Having coffee and after work
When I'm watching TV
It's my comfort
It's my torture
And yes, I realise
It's just some worn out old fabric
But it's my consolation prize
And I'd be a wreck in a New York minute
If I think too long of how you held me in it
I wear your shirt
Like it's your arms around me
I put it on
And you just surround me
It's soft on my skin
Like the touch of your hand
So good, it hurts
I should burn it, I know
Tear it up, I'm this close
For the moment, I just can't let go
Of your shirt
I wear your shirt
Like it's your arms around me
I put it on
And you just surround me
It's soft on my skin
Like the touch of your hand
So good, it hurts
I should burn it, I know
Tear it up, I'm this close
For the moment, I just can't let go
Of your shirt
Your shirt
I love your shirt

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