Your worn out t shirt lies on my floor
It has that smell that I adore
My lipstick stains around its neck
Remind me of my worst regrets
Like how I let you walk out my life
Without putting up a decent fight
Watched you leave, closed my eyes and wept
Now I've just a shirt that I've kept
There's a traffic jam inside my head
Thinking of words I should have said
Now I cant forgive and I can't forget
And I'm living my life in deep, deep debt
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Your worn out t shirt lies on my floor
It has that smell that I adore
My lipstick stains around its neck
Remind me of my worst regrets
Like how I let you walk out my life
Without putting up a decent fight
Watched you leave, closed my eyes and wept
Now I've just a shirt that I've kept
There's a traffic jam inside my head
Thinking of words I should have said
Now I cant forgive and I can't forget
And I'm living my life in deep, deep debt
Just experimenting with different styles
