The Jacket.
Have a goodtime guessing what this one is about. Cuz I ain't saying shit. I love metaphors.
So warm and so good.
I should of worn that jacket as much as I could.
I miss feelings that now trap me.
It didn't matter if it was dirty.
I'd still wrap it around me.
That jacket kept me warm in the coldest times.
I never should of left it to unwind.
That shit was all mine.
How can people get away with such crimes?
So many goodtimes together.
but now since it's summer weather.
They say it's better to wear a shirt.
So it goes never washed with its dirt stains,
a reminder of pain that brings old memories that only hurt.
Remember the time we first met?
How I wouln't let you zip-up.
But I didn't forget to put up the hood so I wouldn't have to give a fuck.
She's looking at me weird?
Fuck her I like my beard.
You like it too?
Well thats what we do.
Happy go lucky couple.
Nothing less than humble.
That was then though. I've been in trouble ever since you left me.
I'm a tank running on empty.
Trampled on the floor.
Gone, but I want you back like before.
Mom says shop at the store for something more.
The joy is gone.
I tried to be strong.
But it's been so long,
since I've worn that jacket that I feel I can't go on.
Is it wrong that I miss it more than my dead step-mom?
It use to be so pefect hung up in my closet.
We use to work it out after everytime I lost it.
I didn't want it to leave but I'm still paying the cost for it.
Earth spin faster so I can put it on even at home.
That feeling is better when you're all on your own.
It isn't fair to having nothing to share.
Let me wear it again so I can pretend some one cares.
So warm and so good.
I should of worn that jacket as much as I could.
I miss feelings that now trap me.
It didn't matter if it was dirty.
I'd still wrap it around me.
That jacket kept me warm in the coldest times.
I never should of left it to unwind.
That shit was all mine.
How can people get away with such crimes?
So many goodtimes together.
but now since it's summer weather.
They say it's better to wear a shirt.
So it goes never washed with its dirt stains,
a reminder of pain that brings old memories that only hurt.
Remember the time we first met?
How I wouln't let you zip-up.
But I didn't forget to put up the hood so I wouldn't have to give a fuck.
She's looking at me weird?
Fuck her I like my beard.
You like it too?
Well thats what we do.
Happy go lucky couple.
Nothing less than humble.
That was then though. I've been in trouble ever since you left me.
I'm a tank running on empty.
Trampled on the floor.
Gone, but I want you back like before.
Mom says shop at the store for something more.
The joy is gone.
I tried to be strong.
But it's been so long,
since I've worn that jacket that I feel I can't go on.
Is it wrong that I miss it more than my dead step-mom?
It use to be so pefect hung up in my closet.
We use to work it out after everytime I lost it.
I didn't want it to leave but I'm still paying the cost for it.
Earth spin faster so I can put it on even at home.
That feeling is better when you're all on your own.
It isn't fair to having nothing to share.
Let me wear it again so I can pretend some one cares.