You Shirt

Oh yeah

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 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've got it on in the mornings
Having coffee and after work when I'm watching TV, yeah

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 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
Mm
I love your shirt