Shirt

I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line

And I have designs so if you stain me, I will still seem fine

But really, you're just wearing me out

Yeah really, you're just wearing me out

Yeah I've been told, my momma said, I wear my heart on my sleeve

But I try to hide and roll it up, but every time it comes back creased

And no one is gonna iron me out

No, no one is gonna straighten me out

Yeah one of these days, it's coming on

I think that I might just unfold

I'll rip the seams and tear some holes

And I'll probably get sold

But no one's gonna wear me out

No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out

Yeah one of these days, you'll put me on

I might not fit you anymore

But I won't mind, I'll always find

My way into another drawer

And no one's gonna wear me out

No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out

I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line