Lyrics

YOUR T-SHIRT (by Heidi Wolfson)

I feel your T-shirt reaching to me
A wave of friendly, like it knew me
We come and go, you are still my Romeo

You made a mountain from a sandhill
You give me way more than I asked for
And when you kiss me, I pretend that I am fifty

I love the way that you smell, know your broken pieces well
Like the things you’ll never fix, tryin’ our best just to exist

I never knew that we would last with all the convoys in our path
We are still here, pulling through
Your T-shirt smells like you
Your T-shirt smells like you

I feel your T-shirt me reaching to me
As if to offer me a truce
It’s worn and thin, and I will always let you in

I felt your T-shirt just this morning, that was enough for the day
We come and go, and I want you to know

I love the way that you smell
I know your fighting spirit well
The things you paint with your two hands
The way your world expands

I never knew that we would stay, we’re kind of lucky that way
We are still here pulling through
And your T-shirt smells like you
Your T-shirt smells like you