Shirt

I am dry,
Im your shirt, and
Ive been hung out on a line
And I have designs so if you stain me,
I will still seem fine
But really, youre just wearing me out
Yeah really, youre just wearing me out
Yeah Ive been told, my momma said,
I wear my heart on my sleeve
But I try to hide and roll it up, but every time it comes back creased
And no one is gonna iron me out
No, no one is gonna straighten me out
Yeah one of these days, its coming on
I think that
I might just unfold
Ill rip the seams and tear some holes
And Ill probably get sold
But no ones gonna wear me out
No, no ones gonna wanna wear me out
Yeah one of these days, youll put me on
I might not fit you anymore
But I wont mind,
Ill always find
My way into another drawer
And no ones gonna wear me out
No, no ones gonna wanna wear me out
I am dry,
Im your shirt, and
Ive been hung out on a line