When I wear his shirt

It feels like

Like his skin over mine

And the little holes and tears and shreds on it are

Are, are the, the memories of the past

That I wasn't there for, but, but somehow I, 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, ya 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