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,
that 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, 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)
