Our love is like a dirty white T-shirt
Smudged with blood and dirt
Holes are found at every few inches
Tears and rips embody this piece of clothing
There seems to be no hope of repair
People walk by and don't seem to care
This is much more than a piece of cloth however
It has soaked up all of my tears
The tears I shed for you my lost love
It carries the memories of a better time
A place that seems to be only imagination now
I'm sorry to say
That while you threw your shirt away
I wear mine every single day
