I'm always the one that got away,
Never the one that stayed
My dad says I go through men like T shirts
So I'm keeping this one on
I'm going to tell it I love it and sing it a song
I'm going to laugh at its jokes and wash it with care
People will see us and say love is in the air
My t shirt feels all my flaws with the softest touch
My t shirt tells me I'm never too little, never too much
I beam with brilliancy, I ooze admiration
My aura is blaring red like a carnation
I have so much to give it simply rips me to shreds
But somehow I still find myself in other strange beds
I want to scream and bite and kick
I put the hopeless in hopeless romantic
In a world of fast fashion,
How am I to have a favorite T shirt?
I live in a world of options and decisions feel too permanent
If I still continue to love you, is it still considered abandonment?