Wearing your sweater covered in memories Wearing my heart like the holes in my jeans My shoes red like the fire you set in me You left me blue And now i wish i could breathe As easily as you did leave My friends all told me I’d bleed Who would have thought it’s you that I’d need My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets But never the ones with green eyes and a heart beat So when will we meet? no more between the sheets Perhaps one day on the streets Wearing the same old red shoes on my feet And your sweater on me still so neat