all the colors washed away
I've had it now for more damn years
I wear it beneath my jacket,
with the collar turned up high
So old I should replace it,
This shirt's got silver buttons,
and a place upon the sleeve
Where I used to set my heart up
right there for anyone to see
This shirt is what I wore to every
Where the boys ignored the girls
and we all pretended to like the
This shirt was a pillow for my head
This shirt was lost for three whole days
Till I found the locker key
This shirt was the one I lent you
And when you gave it back
It was a rip inside the sleeve
Where you rolled your cigarettes
It was a place I put my heart now
look at where you put a tear.
I forgave your thoughtlessness
but not the boy who put it there.
This shirt was a place your cat decided to give birth
to five and we stayed up all night watching
and we wept when the last one died.
This shirt is just an old faded
Shining like the memories inside,
This shirt is a grand old relic,
I wear it now for Sunday chores,
cleaning house and raking leaves
I wear it beneath my jacket,
with the collar turned up high
So old I should replace it,