I sit in class in a big teal jersey
One that belongs to a boy I knew long ago
I lay my head and recieve a scent
A nice, strong one familiar to my brain
Its the scent of him and only him
The one that used to make me feel so many things
The scent of hope, love, joy and comfort
This jersey I wear is ironic it seems
Cuz it helped me so much when he was away
If I missed him i could just have that smell
And I'd think of him and crack a smile
Now, however, this jerseys ironic
He's here but I miss him oh so much
The scent makes me try to count the days
Like I used to, when he would come home
Now I'm trying my hardest to count
To a day that probably wont come
But I guess I cant do anything about it
Just try my hardest to be nice
And find the old me and not piss him off
So I'm trying as hard as i possibly can
And hoping that I get my Christmas wish
With some help from who I used to be
And a little pinch of Christmas Magic.
