Coats

I lend you coats When you're not ready for the cold And that's all the time You almost never wear the ones you own The one's I wear I know you like them; that's alright I'm told they smell nice It's irony; are you aware It's counterintuitive Some ways are warmer walked alone No frigid hand to hold Nobody asking you to give As this occurs to me I wonder if my sleeves Are what you really need When you say you love me O my closest friends I have only ever tried to love you better Now, I've been in places I now Realize I cannot weather Do you know the Giving Tree It's by Shel Silverstein When I've got nothing else I'll try and tell myself That somehow it made me happy You don't lend me coats Maybe I'm just a different size Not that you'd try