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Temperature dropped ten degrees overnight
Stealing your grey hoodie, hope that's alright
Sleeves down to my fingers, hiding my hands
This oversized comfort is part of the plans
Smells like your detergent and a little bit of smoke
Laughing at the TV at some stupid joke

I don't need a blanket, I'm wearing your hug
Spilled a little tea on the living room rug
You ain't even mad, you just kiss my cheek
I swear I could stay in this moment for a week

It's hoodie season, baby, lock the door
I don't need the outside world no more
Wrapped in cotton, wrapped in love
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove

Pull the strings tight, hide my face
We created our own little safe space.