Текст: Caitlin Rose. T-shirt.

Baby,
i miss you, but i?m glad to see,
my shirt fits you,
does it remind you of me,
with your arms in its sleeves,
well for me,
is the sky, when sky bloom.

Tt?s the way that it hangs,
over my head,
like that pair of your jeans straight over my bed,
is it something like that, with my shirt on your back, like the memories of just being near you,

baby,
i?m sorry, but i?m really not the way that you sow me,
because the eyes you sow through,
are a pearl shade of blue,
that i can?t look into, without sighing, or when i?m lying,

but i sware i?m not lying when i say i want do it again,
all i want is you here,
but i?m starting to fear,
that you don?t give a damn for all of theses catchpeny tears i?ve been crying.

Baby,
i?ll go now, bacause i think that i?m starting to know how,
i?ve got my feelings hurt, but you?ve got my t-shirt, for her save clef keep that, on the low down.

(Thanks to sicusa for these lyrics)