When I wear his shirt, it feels like, like his skin over mine.
And the little holes and tears and shreds on in are, are, are the
The memories of the past that I wasn’t there for, but, that somehow I,
I feel like I understand more when it’s against my skin.
It’s an armor, like a barrier from the world.
Like, our secret nobody else knows and I like that, you know?
It makes me feel like a woman, it makes me feel sexy, it makes me feel…
It makes me feel like I’m his
(I’m his, I’m his, I’m his, I’m his, I’m his)
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…