When I wear his shirt, it feels like
Like his skin over mine
And the little holes and tears and shreds on it areAre, 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)
