Текст песни
Found your old hoodie
On the back of my chair
Coffee stain on the pocket
Smelled just like last year
I put it on laughing
Sleeves past my hands
Looked in the mirror and suddenly
I needed new plans
Your leftover hoodie
Still fits me too well
Pulls me right back
Like a homemade spell
I say that I’m over it
But I zip and I’m not
Your leftover hoodie
Still calls me a lot
Ticket stub in the zipper
Crinkled
Barely a date
That movie was awful
But we stayed anyway
Stayed late
Walked home in the drizzle
You swore it wasn’t rain
Said
If we don’t name it
It can’t be a bad day
Maybe I should bag it up
Leave it at your front gate
Or fold it in the closet
Let the fabric just fade
But I grab it every sunday
When the sky looks half awake
Some habits feel like heartbreak
Some habits feel like grace
