I bring your old t-shirt to my face.
Is it odd that I still sleep in it, even though we were over so long ago?
It makes me remember another time
It makes me remember love

The old, soft cotton is only heated by my own warmth now
But it still makes me think of you
It's far too big for me, like your tall, strong frame
You were too much for me, too

Laying in your arms
We would watch a movie
Kiss and laugh and cry
And I would fall into an easy sleep

Of course, it wasn't always like that
You controlled me, you manipulated me
I did what you told me to do
I obeyed you

And I know it was wrong
I know it was abusive and I'm better off now
I know you could only hurt me
But I miss being able to fall asleep in your arms