that t-shirt with your face on it

I have a t-shirt with your face on it And when you left my mother didn't want me Worrying about it So she hid it in her closet All my friends told me I should've burned it But I just couldn't bring myself to hurt you Even in a t-shirt It's just a stupid t-shirt I hate when everybody calls this a season Like it's an episode of all my delusion And all of this was only ever a rerun I guess that this was only ever just a rerun I guess that I was only ever just a rerun I have the pictures in the scrapbook you made Still love that one we took on June 28th You could barely see us But it looked like we were in love Cause we were I had to block you and that hurts me the most It's like I'm watching you turn into a ghost I can see right through it I'm more than fluent in you I hate when everybody calls this a season Like it's an episode of all my delusion And all of this was only ever a rerun I guess that this was only ever just a rerun I guess that I was only ever just a rerun A rerun I guess that we were only ever just a rerun