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