Your Shirt

There's a rip in the elbow of 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 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 so soft on my skin

Like the touch of your hands

So good it hurts

I should burn it I know

Tear it up I'm this close

But 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've 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 realize

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 so soft on my skin

Like the touch of your hands

So good it hurts

I should burn it I know

Tear it up I'm this close

But for the moment I just can't let go

Of your shirt

Your shirt I love your shirt