This shirt smells like you

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