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