Shirt (The Belle Brigade)

I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line And I have designs so if you stain me, I will still seem fine But really, you're just wearing me out Yeah really, you're just wearing me out Yeah I've been told, my momma said, I wear my heart on my sleeve But I try to hide and roll it up, but every time it comes back creased And no one is gonna iron me out No, no one is gonna straighten me out Yeah one of these days, it's coming on I think that I might just unfold I'll rip the seams and tear some holes And I'll probably get sold But no one's gonna wear me out No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out Yeah one of these days, you'll put me on I might not fit you anymore But I won't mind, I'll always find My way into another drawer And no one's gonna wear me out No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line