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