Your Crumpled Shirt

What's it to you, young and free To drown in whiskey, just like me And dive into my inner Amy Winehouse I scream, I confess Stop staring, I'm undressed We don't belong, not side by side Not our beds, not the photos we hide In my head, I'm screaming, It's the end But here I am, in your shirt again We won't trace hearts on foggy glass Or write our names where footprints pass I love your warmth on winter nights You love my summer's "Damn your rights" You play in major, loud, and bright While I get lost in minor fights You'll never be my therapy And if I'm gone—don't search for me You can't conduct this melody I'm off-key, wild, and running free We don't belong, not side by side Not our beds, not the photos we hide In my head, I'm screaming, It's the end But here I am, in your shirt again We won't trace hearts on foggy glass Or write our names where footprints pass I love your warmth on winter nights You love my summer's "Damn your rights" Your silence hums, my chaos sings We're out of tune but tied by strings A broken song that won't rewind But I press play every time We don't belong, not side by side Not our beds, not the photos we hide In my head, I'm screaming, It's the end But here I am, in your shirt again We won't trace hearts on foggy glass Or write our names where footprints pass I love your warmth on winter nights You love my summer's "Damn your rights"