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)